They say the Northern Lights are bright, in Norway.
They say there's always vodka in the air.
But when you're sledding down the street,
A reindeer nibblin' at your feet,
Your hat is goddam frozen to your hair.
Thats all I have so far. I'd like to finish. The whole poem was kinda a challenge.
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