Lo and yet behold; he riseth from the gloom
Our friend and fellow wit; Chillitt I presume!
He trumpets out the message that Christmas time is nigh
And wonders if the reindeer, really know how to fly.
Stoking up the fire, he settles down with a brew
Dreams about the Ampersand and a motley pirate crew.
He leans back in his easy chair; a chuckle can now be heard
His mind is ticking over; Should I give old Santa the word?
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