From the Hollow of a Thousand-Year Old Oak Tree

From the hollow of a thousand-year-old oak tree known as the King of Limbs, came out one day 2+2=5 pretty smart and well learned elusive musical creatures who delighted the world with their magical creeps made from a secret ingredient no one has ever identified yet. Upset at their delicacies being consumed as mere bangers and mash without even considering the remainder yet much tastier, they began to sulk, then got the bends, and ultimately felt let down like some poor homesick subterranean aliens as they were. Running away from the idiotheque that made them want to disappear completely, they were first struck with amnesia, suspended in limbo for a while prior to going down into their burrow to get away from hunting bears, narrowly escaping a wolf at the door — that same wolf which ate little red riding hood's granny plus the three little pigs and passed myxomatosis onto them. Little by little, they became feral again, feeding exclusively on lotus flowers. Meanwhile, all over the world, down was the new up and karma police was about to blow out. By no means, the ruthless magic of Christmas (violins) created a spatio-temporal flaw (harp) large enough for the reluctant surprise-hating creatures packed like sardines in a crushed tin box to get sucked down (drum) into some wacky pensieve (maracas) where they got dressed up willy-nilly in those ridiculous costumes (trumpets) to wish you a joyeux Noël, feliz Navidad, fröhliche Weihnachten, zalig Kerstfeest, Buon Natale, Feliz Natal, god jul, Wesołych Świąt, veselé Vánoce, boldog karácsonyt, Nadolig llawen, С Рождеcтвом Христовым... that is a merry Christmas to everyone!

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