The Battle of the Fruitcake

And now, a sentimental Christmas song about love for family.

To be sung to the tune of Jingle Bells:

Dashing through the store,

They're turning out the lights, 

They close at half past four,

The fruitcake's in my sights,

I lunge for the last cake,

And so does some strange man,

"It's Christmas Eve", I beg of him,

I plead like no one can.

Oh, that cake's mine, no it's mine,

No, I saw it first,

Fists are hurled, blood spews out, 

A broken nose, I'm cursed - hey!

Grab his legs, he falls down,

Knocked out cold - I win!

'Cause when it comes to my Aunt Betts:

"No fruitcake is a sin." 

Merry Christmas, everybody!

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