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βTis the night before Christmas, and the city lay hushed beneath a blanket of silver snow. Streetlights glowed like candles, and every window seemed to hold a quiet promise of warmth and wonder.
In a small apartment at the edge of the town lived a young boy named Oliver, who was still awake despite the late hour. He sat by the window, counting the seconds between snowflakes, listening for a sound he wasnβt sure he believed in anymore. This year had been hard, and Christmas felt smaller than it used to.
Suddenly, a soft jingle drifted through the airβnot loud, not magical at first, but gentle and real. Oliver leaned closer to the glass. Down on the empty street stood an old man in a red coat, his sleigh modest, his reindeer fewer than the stories promised. Yet his eyes sparkled with the same kindness Oliver remembered from childhood tales.
The old man looked up and smiled, as if he had been expected. βChristmas isnβt about how big the magic is,β he said softly, βbut about noticing it when it arrives.β
With that, the sleigh lifted quietly into the sky, leaving behind nothing but fresh tracks in the snow and a feeling of hope that lingered in the cold night air.
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