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Gaudete Sunday with Young Genghis Khans in Training
How difficult to rejoice when one hears
That those relatives against whose predations
Dead-bolts have been fitted on every door
Are visiting for Christmas after all
Let us rejoice that the nephews who pick locks
And break the windows in the garden shed
And ride the patio doors off their hinges
And pocket pewter chessmen for their play
Will be with us merrily once more
With their mothers – ‘tis the season to abhor
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