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When the year fails to acquit itself well, it is my self-appointed duty to compensate with witticisms and clever observations. (Previously.)
Not everything in 2020 was bad.
Not everything in 2021 will be good.
Also, it's foolishness to assign credit or blame for events to the calendar.
Still happy to have 2020 behind us. Happy new year!
You better not pout
You better not cry
You better not shout
I’m telling you why:
The Santa Corps is coming to town
It’s made up of moms
And also of dads
Uncles, aunts, siblings
Students and grads
The Santa Corps is coming to town
It numbers in the billions
With no centralized control
Its geographic center
Is of course at the North Pole
No toy-making elves
No reindeer-drawn sleigh
There’s no need for magic
It just seems that way
The Santa Corps is coming to town
(Previously.)