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211101
\nIt’s alive!<\/p>\n

I was handing out candy, late last night
\nAnd I woke this morning at first light
\nAnd suddenly to my surprise
\nMy Christmas tree began to rise
\nHe did the smash – he did the pumpkin smash
\nThe pumpkin smash – orange seeds in a splash
\nHe did the smash – he threw guts in the trash
\nHe did the smash – he did the pumpkin smash
\nFrom my back garden to my living room
\nHe was smashing gourds for a pumpkin tomb
\nHis allies came from the nurseries
\nThey were hammer-wielding Christmas trees
\nThey did the smash – they did the pumpkin smash
\nThe pumpkin smash – orange seeds in a splash
\nThey did the smash – they threw guts in the trash
\nThey did the smash – they did the pumpkin smash<\/p>\n