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Christmas is like...
A railway train carriage Never quite arriving at the scheduled time, Far more complicated than it need be, Crowded. Filled with crimson-suited Cola-sponsored philanthropists, Grinning, frosty snowmen And a menagerie of walking, talking animals; All so preoccupied with what to buy and what to wear, That No one notices Jesus got off at the last stop.
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