What some of you may not know about me is that, every year, I get up on Santa's lap and ask him for a can of spam. I love it! I must have been good this year, because the chimney rumbled (much like your colon after eating spam) and Good Old Saint Nick left me a big tin of joy under the tree.
As a result, my mother was able to follow a time-honored tradition: The Eating of the Spam.
I think I have truly found
the reason for the season.
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