Two Blighted Beings, haggard, lachrymose,
and detested, met on a blasted heath in the light
of a struggling moon.
“I wish you a merry Christmas,”
said the First Blighted Being, in a voice like that
of a singing tomb.
“And I you a happy New Year,”
responded the Second Blighted Being, with the accent
of a penitent accordeon.
They then fell upon each other’s
neck and wept scalding rills down each other’s
spine in token of their banishment to the Realm of
Ineffable Bosh. For one of these accursed creatures
was the First of January, and the other the Twenty-fifth
of December.
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