Santa comes but once a year and I'm the lucky one,
Down my chimney, and into my room - come on, bend over son,
For there will be fun times ahead, all thanks to schizo the great,
And I don't mean an emptied sack and a tickle of the prostate,
So get that PC open and install this beauty of a card,
And we'll wake the street not with our screams, but with the Christmas tunes blowing hard.
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