As when a pigeon, loos'd in realms remote,
Takes instant wing, and seeks his native cote,
So speed my blessings from a barb'rous clime
To thee and Providence at Christmas time!
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Not the usual bill of fare from this master of the macabre.
It just goes to show that most people have a different face for Christmas.
Jim
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