He Came Upon the Midnight Clear roaring, “Ho, Ho, Ho,” “Who the Dickens are you?” I asked, rising from my bed.“I’m the Ghost of Santa Claus Past. You better not pout and you better not shout. Don’t you remember me?” asked the round man. “Step into my sleigh and I ...
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