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I must register a protest. This does not look like a Christmas special at all to me. There are no flying reindeer, no elves of any particular breed, nor any noggin's of egg. Surely we could have had the true and full story behind Alfie the Santa Elf but I suppose that was nixed by davem of the Yard.
It really sounds suspiciously like a pre-emptive affair for Hogmanay. That's the big party by all accounts of northern mythologies. Perhaps this coming week those dark and handsome cats walk down from the ceiling for first footing.
Yours truly,
a disgruntled lurker
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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