12/24/2024
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Anonymous poet. ……Twas the night before Christmas 2025. On PHP, not a tree was still alive. The City made sure no creatures were stirring in the old scummy waters that were left behind. The Lorax warned them but no one would listen. The birds, the fish, and the squirrels would no longer perch or see the water glisten. While the city councilors lay in their warm cozy beds, the animals are now homeless and unable to settle down for a long winter's nap. Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all! So up to the house tops, all the criters would fly and crawl, taking sanctuary and cause turmoil for all. I heard prancing and pawing of little tiny squirrels in the attic. As I drew in my bed and ran downstairs, down the chimney came (insert name here) with a bound. Dressed in a suit and tie, he was covered with mud and lies. His cheeks were rosey, and he was trying to make all the people feel cozy. He spoke again of the 13 myths and filled the stockings with more confusion and delusion. Then he turned with a jerk and up the chimney he flew. The councilor sprang to his sleigh and gave his fellow councilors a whistle, away they flew with no remorse and lots of force. But I heard him exclaim as he ran out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" 🤪
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