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On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Three sled hens
Two leering pigs
And a frog in a mortuary.
Every Christmastime, Victorian gentlemen shed their clothes and revealed that they were, in actuality, giant beets.
Oh, just beat your Christmas foods with a stick until they lie on the dinner plates where they belong.
I believe we're seeing an ancient pagan ritual that won't end well for the guy in the blindfold.