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All the Graals down in Graal Ville liked Christmas a lot
But the Shimy, who lived north of Graal Ville, did not!
He hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season!
No one knows quite what the reason.
Perhaps his shoes were on too tight.
Perhaps his head wasn't screwed on just right.
But you know, I think the most likely reason of all
Was that his heart was two times too small.

Whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stared down
onnto Graal Ville, with disgust and demire.
"They're wrapping presents! That means only desire!"
"They'll want cookies and cakes and all manner of things!"
"They'll want bomys and books and trains, just a few things!"
"And then when that time comes," he said with a sneer,
"They'll sing in the town square! Oooh, how I hate this awful year!"

He went into his Shimy Cave, and plotted and plotted,
"I must stop this year's Christmas from coming!"
He thinked and he plotted,
like he always does,
until he came up with a solution! Without a claus!

"I'll do something most wouldn't dare to hear!"
"I'll dress up like Saunty Claus, it's the perfect way to bring fear!"
So he took some old red cloth, and he cut out a coat.
He sewed and he sewed until it looked quite real!
"Now for the hat!" he smiled as he sneered.
He cut out a hat, and sewed it up close.
He covered it even with a bit of white foam!
"Now with this coat and this hat," he said with a smirk.
"They won't be able to tell me from Saunty Claus!" he said, what a jerk!

Soon he arrived in Graal Ville, all the same.
Carrying some old sacks and a sleigh to carry them that way!
Sliding down the first chimney, he only got stuck once.
"I won't eat that cherry pie next time!" he grunts.
He slid down the chimney, and gathered the presents.
From trains to bomys to cookies and milk,
he took it all, and loaded it into a sack,
he slid up the chimney without so much as a knack.

He did this evil deed throughout the houses,
grabbing and stuffing as much as might,
not caring for the morning when they wake up in tears!
He carried the sacks up onto the mountain,
he chuckled and listened for the tears, what a notion!

But he didn't hear a sad sound!
He heard... a glad sound!
"They're not sobbing over their toys or their books!"
"They're singing, singing, without any boxes or hooks!"
Then, do you know what I think happened just there?
The Shimy's heart grew 3 times of it's size from hearing.

He raced down to Graal Ville, and distributed the toys,
happy and cheerful, with plenty of noise.

So what is the moral of this happy tale?
Christmas is for love, not for parcels or sales.