Godawful Poetry for Godawful Times (Christmas Eve edition)
Father Christmas, where you been?
Avoiding me again this year, I see
I left him day old warm flat beer
Then hijacked his sleigh and reindeer
There are no ifs, there are no buts
Father Christmas hates my guts
Avoiding me again this year, I see
I left him day old warm flat beer
Then hijacked his sleigh and reindeer
There are no ifs, there are no buts
Father Christmas hates my guts
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