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'I'm fed up looking like Father Christmas,'Muttered Father Christmas one year.'I need a new outfit. I must move with the times.
Newly baked and fresh todayEat while hot or take away.
The man sitting on the settee,stroking a cat and watching TVisn't me.I am the settee.
Tomorrow has your name on itIt's written up there in the skyAs you set out on a journeyin search of the How? and the Why?