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Scranton Christmas

Scranton Christmas

Nut-cracked snails and a road-killed goose,
go very well with goats and beets.
It's Christmas time here at the Schrutes,
So let Mose help you find you your seats.

Gather around the candle-lit book,
and listen to Dwight spin tales of yore.
For the osso buco still needs to cook,
and the Dunder gang must do its chores.

Meredith and Pam are decking the halls.
Kevin is manning the bar.
Erin is ready to handle the calls??
And Andy is playing guitar.

Ryan and Kelly are "lost" in the barn,
but Creed was sent to find them.
Angela's cats have discovered her yarn,
with Phillis right beside them.

Jim and Daryl can be found in a tussle,
playing an intense game of hoops.
Stanley was working on a crossword puzzle,
but now he appears to be pooped.

Oscar and Toby are the sommeliers,
taking turns pouring white and red.
Michael, please stop calling them gays!
Let's just put this matter to bed...

"That's what she said."

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Bradford

Hi John  glad to see the Christmas spirit up your way. Funny write I must say . Laughter is the best medicine.  Cheers to you on this write.  Hrl

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John G

Thanks so much.  I'm sure it's a little confusing for non-Office fans, but it was just too much fun to pass up.  :)

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