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Due to a subspace anomaly in the Devron system, Mr. Data was sent hurtling through space to a Dickensian Christmas planet where crystalline beings make the decapitated heads of visitors into ornaments.
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And when he returned from Melted Oblivion, as promised, Frosty took a slightly new career path and started touring with Bowie.
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It was a bright cold day in December, and all the clocks were striking thirteen. The Ministry of Christmas –MiniXmas, in Newspeak, was startingly different from any other object in sight. It was a small ceramic bell of glittering white porcelain, ringing out, on the pine branch, 3 feet into the air. From where the elf sat, it was just possible to read, picked out on its face in elegant red lettering, the three slogans of the Party:
Merry Christmas
Hallmark 1984
Happy Holidays
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“Woohooo!!!” WWOOOOO HOOOO! woo Hoo!!! WoooooHOO!!
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This Santa just ain’t kosher.
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