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On the night before Christmas, all through the house, only I was stirring; a scream trapped in my mouth.

Santa towered above me, Father's head clutched in hand.

"You've been a bad boy!" he bellowed. "I'll make you understand."

Fearfully, I stared as he mounted Father's head on top o' the tree.

"You'll behave next year, I wager," he announced. "For if not, I'll do worse to your Mommy."

That evil elf stomped to the chimney and rubbed his nose.

Finally I screamed, as he merrily rose.

I'll be good, so hopefully he won't do what he said he would.

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