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Fine. I'm the candle, Arthur's the turkey,
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and you, Father, are, of course, Santa.
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Grandsanta, you can be this charming relic.
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"Relic"? "Relic"?
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I did the whole of Christmas in one of these, Arthur.
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Yes. I didn't need a trillion elves in bleepy hats.
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We don't fly about throwing lead-painted toys
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down chimneys anymore.
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That space sends you back to Lapland.
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Malcolm, where did you get those?
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Just moving things along. Do I win?
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Cheats, the pair of you!