Twas the night before Christmas

and as I watch the stars all aglow, 
I have only one thing to say: 

As I watch the thermometer rise,
it is clear,
I will be dreaming of a White Christmas
that will not appear.
As I have no place to go, 
and am so tired of mud season,
for which I can see no reason,
so once again I say: 

 

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