When Santa comes to Piney Flats
He hands out toys, and treats, and kits
He gives the children stocking hats
And gives their parents slivovitz.

Or else, in years less full of cheer
He storms into the drug markets (sorry)
Ignores the milk and juice and beer
And raids the stores of slivovitz!

To everyone in Piney Flats,
Old, young, and wise, and on the fritz,
I wish you this, and tip my hat:
Have comfort, joy, and slivovitz!

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