The In-box
In these days before Christmas, I’m certain you’ll see An email that someone has sent cheerily. Take a look in your litter box, there you might find A note of this season; it’s one of a kind. It speaks how politic’lly right we now are, Embracing all peoples from near and afar, Offending not one with the words we may say: “Merry Christmas” is out, and so is “Good day.” Our holiday season must now be like theirs Or else they might suffer from obnoxious airs. No bobbles, no bangles, and no Christmas trees No Rudolph, no Santa, but let me keep breeze Or else this dumb verse won’t rhyme, as it should And many of you will say, “That is so nice!”
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