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Christmas was coming, and Santa was freezing! A blizzard was blowing! The reindeer were wheezing! The North Pole was covered with acres of snow And the temperature gauges read 20 below.
“This cold,” Santa cried, “is affecting our skills. We can’t be adept when we’re quaking with chills. I wish we had hours to scour the nation For a place we could worka second location.