Hopefully the yule-log keeps burning, the sugar plums form a proper soul-train line in your head, and you don't have to call a chimney-sweep to get
Uncle Charley out of the chimney after he had too much egg nog Santa Claus out of the chimney this morning.
Anyway, Merry Christmas,
X-mas, EXTREME-mas, and, um... Winter Solstice.
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