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You say potato, we say Poseidon. Or St. Nick. It's funny how all the old myths start to run together after a while. Santa slays in this sweater, boasting a trident that certainly makes him look more formidable than that pipe he used to carry around. And now we know what happens to children who aren't good. They don't get a lump of coal in their stocking. They swim with the fishes.
