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Christmas is almost here,
Santa Claus is on his way. Everyone will be filled with Christmas cheer. Relatives are coming, how long will they stay? Too much noise, you can hardly hear, charge card bills arrive, how much will you have to pay? You might as well enjoy the holiday cheer, because you'll have to repeat everything next year.
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