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On the night before Christmas

      We ate Mum’s mince pies –

And they tasted quite lovely

     Which was a surprise - - - 

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For she doesn’t like cooking                         But this year she tried,

But I’m sorry to tell you - - -

     Of our pains deep inside.

 

Well, the night before Christmas

      Was spent in the loo –

And for a family of four

      There soon was a queue. 

 

Oh, and after this night

     We spent next day in bed –

So, when was OUR Christmas?

      Ohhh! - the next day instead.   

         

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