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Twas another night before Christmas
By Clint Younts
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the store,
Pert near every shelf was bare, ain’t much left here anymore.
We shoppers were socially distant, kept far apart,
Plodding through the store, pushing our empty carts.
There’s a momma in her mask, papa’s still in denial,
While their bratty kid ran amok down the aisle.
When over in Houseware, there arose such a clatter.
Wasn’t no big deal, just a broken platter.
Away to Electronics, I scurried lik...