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Dance for your supper. Or your supper will dance for you!
Holy hell!
CRAWL INTO MY MERRY MAW!!
Father Christmas doesn’t want to share his puddings with anyone, and he’ll kill a glass-creature to get away.
Why were you walking on a frozen lake in the first place?
Ok, but why?
Seems appropriate.
How many ways can you scream-laugh in terror? Let us count the ways…
That’s a lot of Christmas clown in one card.