Ahem... mi mi mi...ahem... "Joy, health, love and peace Be all here and ablaw. By your leave we shall sing, Concerning Catspaw. Catspaw is the best, May he heal with good rest! His gold heart and foul'd air, No other can compare! Now Christmas is past Like a burble well-gassed So we bid you adieu; Great joy in the New!" --Cuilionn, who doffs her mummer's cap and scampers out of the recovery room, ankle-bells jingling faintly.
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