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Tis the night before Christmas, but in our house, not a creature was stirring... except for my dad, who was frantically trying to assemble my "Some Assembly Required" rocking horse.
The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows over the living room that smelled of pine and gingerbread. Mom shook her head, smiling, as a spring bounced across the floor. Dad muttered something about "illustrated lies" under his breath.
Just then, a mighty THUD echoed on the roof. Dad froze, wrench in hand. We all stared at the ceiling. A moment later, a jolly figure in red, covered in a light dusting of snow, clambered down our chimney—backwards.