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We join Darryl, our somewhat confused hero, just as he is finishing hanging his Christmas decorations.
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| Yippee! Finally done with that ole Christmas tree. Time for some holly jolly eggnog! | |
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But suddenly, just as Darryl was about to grab his eggnog, the weight of his actions fell upon his shoulders like a 30-pound garbage bag filled with Hearty Beef Vegetable Soup.
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| Why have I succumbed to such commercialstic desires? | |
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Feeling more alone in the world than a small foz whose parents had been eaten by park rangers, Darryl left his three-room apartment to find the true meaning of Christmas.
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| ...and what does that Santa guy have to do with anything? | |
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