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There's no gratitude needed;
(Though I hope you'll remember
How our interests aligned
On this day in December

I'm not asking for much —
Just the small courtesy
That our skirmishes stay
Between just you and me.

You've got friends with you up there;
I've got some of my own,
But the rivalry's better
When we leave them alone.

Do you find those terms fair?
I suspect that you might
From the things that you've told me
Ere this cold winter's night.)

Rest assured, you'll hear from me.
Though the chances seem bleak,
I've a knack for surviving,
(And I am, as we speak.)

It's been fun, but I've business
With the foes at the door,
So I'll wish you good luck,
Don't forget to keep score,

And now give my attention
To them, not this rhyme.
Merry Christmas, dear Rocket —
And I'll see you next crime.

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