Enamorados de Santa Claus hasta los tuétanos, cualquier cosa sobre él o acerca de él y su saco de golosinas, la extrañamos como la lenteja al humidero, y odiamos su desparpajo de no estacionarse ante nuestras casas como la lenteja al gorgojo, no importa si su barba es de algodón, de terciopelo, de pelo de camello o de pe-l-o del lentejón sobrante.
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Falling in Love of Santa Claus to the marrows, anything about him or about him and his sack of goodies, we miss it a lot as the lentil miss its sump of humidity, and therefore we hate his brash to not park before our homes as lentil hates weevil, whether Santa beard wore is of cotton, velvet, camel hair or a fart product of the stewpot of the remaining lentils.
