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It’s that time of year again, When we wait for ole Kris Kringle To fill our Christmas stockings, And make our pussies tingle. He’s got a giant package, And a really full sac And if I’m not mistaken, Not just on his back. He says that I’ve been naughty, And deserve a lump of coal. But he’ll leave me a present, If he can hammer every hole. I sit on Santa’s lap, And tell him what I need, To stuff me with his candy cane And f...