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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the county,
Not a creature was stirring, lest it become a hunter’s bounty.
The stockings may be hung, but who really cared?
Our visions of Harley had vanished into thin air.
The children were indeed all snug in their beds.
But most of us were just looking at 2010 with dread.
Some folks had turned in early, in search of a nap,
But a bunch of us stopped at Cattlemans for a nightcap.
When out in the parking lot, there came such a clatter,
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