It's Christmas day, and I'm about to go off for a meal and stuff myself silly. So to keep up the Christmas spirit, here's a poem I wrote:
Every year
the naughtiest boy
in the world becomes Father Christmas.
At first he thinks only of good things, like not going to school
and
avoiding homework.
But it's a long walk to the North Pole.
As he trudges past the
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