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Night Before Christmas…

T’was the night before Christmas, in the old hunting shack
Each rifle was hung, all in the rack

Eight hunters were sleeping, all in their bed
While visions of trophy bucks, danced in their heads

Then out of the window, there rose such a clatter
Each hunter got up, to see what was the matter

Then out of the woods, what should appear
Eight trophy bucks, such fine deer

Each hunter grabbed his rifle, and each took a shot
And each hit his target, believe it or not

Then out of the woods, what could you hear
You stupid @$&$ idiots, you shot my reindeer!

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