Out there in the frosty white,
A man should soon be seen:
Hanging sprigs of mistletoe,
Amidst the winter green
He darts and dashes through the banks of snow,
His gold buttons flashing clean,
And frolics with the deer and rabbit,
Amidst the winter green.
The great fur towers over him,
Yet still stands tall this merchant marine,
Spreading cheer far and wide,
Amidst the winter green.
But, evidently I didn't enter on time because it won't let me enter. Oh well razz
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