[This is very shitty attempt at a poem, thing. actually just a terrible attempt at rhyming. Don't take this seriously, like that other future stuff that will probably be in the book. I apologize.]
Mel the Christmas Elf made a mistake herself. A gift was sent, but the kid wanted a toy bow instead. He got a gun. It wasn't fun. So he shot his father dead, in the head. And hid him under the bed. The mother was shocked that the father was shot.
At the ceremony, there was many. Even Mel the Christmas Elf. And she made everyone aware of herself. "I gave the kid a gun," and her fate was not fun.
At her funeral, it was dull. The only one present was the one who made the present. She laid alone in her coffin. The only sound heard was bells and coughing.
[End?]
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