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It was Christmas in the Small English village of Little Pingley. Miss Crippledlemon was almost done cooking the turkey and the smell of candy canes was wafting through the air.
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| Fa la la la la la la la la. | |
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| Before we carve the turkey let us all say grace. | |
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| No offence dad but if you're going to turn a turkey into a christian sermon we may as well be blurting out every wrong thing we've done this year. | |
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