From us, to you, this year, a gift:
A rest for your poor ears. It's over.
You shed a tear and ask, "But why?"
And we reply, "We live in different countries!"
Your bleeding ears drums thank us,
For halting such abrasive noise.
You'll be so glad it's Christmas.
A gift that out does all your toys.
Erect the Tree! Wrap!
We live in different countries.
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