Placeholder: In the style of "Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale," [Finland 2010] we find ourselves in the icy wilderness of Finland, where the cold winds howl through the snow-covered landscape. The skeleton Santa Claus stands tall and eerie, a figure of dread rather than joy, as he navigates the crypt filled with undead carolers, haunted gifts, and a ghostly Christmas tree. In the style of "Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale," [Finland 2010] we find ourselves in the icy wilderness of Finland, where the cold winds howl through the snow-covered landscape. The skeleton Santa Claus stands tall and eerie, a figure of dread rather than joy, as he navigates the crypt filled with undead carolers, haunted gifts, and a ghostly Christmas tree.

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In the style of "Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale," [Finland 2010] we find ourselves in the icy wilderness of Finland, where the cold winds howl through the snow-covered landscape. The skeleton Santa Claus stands tall and eerie, a figure of dread rather than joy, as he navigates the crypt filled with undead carolers, haunted gifts, and a ghostly Christmas tree.

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