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It ended up under the tree, with a return receipt |
| We had a little tiff, Santa and me, And he left a bag of coal for me. And I already had plenty for the grill So I treated it as run of the mill- Something to return on Boxing Day As I drove to the Walmart the coal dust puffed out of the bag, and I sniffed and coughed. Hefting the bag from the trunk to a cart, I felt my back twinge and my wrist start to smart. Just a typical stressful return, so they say. When I got to the door a breeze blew away The gift receipt Santa enclosed yesterday And before I could even approach the cashier The coal dust was spreading everywhere. If something can go wrong, it may. |