Just got off the phone with Mark "Mailrider" Stewart and he seems to be filled with all kinds of holiday cheer. Whistling and laughing, what the hell is he happy about? He hasn't killed a big old mule either. He broke out into an annoying song.
Oh, there's no place like camp for the holidays,
Because no matter how far away you hunt,
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze,
For the holidays, you can't beat camp, sweet camp.
I met a man who lives in Tennessee,
He was headin' for,
Mississippi,
and a hunt with you and I.
From Pennsylvania, folks are travelin'
Down to Dixie's Christmas Place,
From Atlantic to Pacific,
Gee, the traffic is terrific.
Oh there's no place like camp for the holidays,
Cause no matter how far away you hunt,
If you want to be happy in a million ways,
For the holidays,
You can't beat camp, sweet camp.
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