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As Santa stepped gingerly over the immense piles of wood, metal, plastic, tools, batteries, wrapping paper, bottles, cans, dirty plates, and diminuitively-comatose bodies, he snagged an uneaten deviled egg nestling on top of a red-felt hat, tossed it without looking to Blitzen, and lamented: "There is nothing in the world worse to deal with, on the day after Christmas, than the Elves' Day-After-Christmas wrap party."
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