Tis the night before Christmas... and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Wide awake, ten-year-old Minaur tiptoed to his window, convinced the creaking was the landing of a sleigh. Instead of reindeer, he saw the bright moon illuminate a single, perfect snowflake clinging to the glass, a quiet, beautiful promise that finally convinced him to climb back into bed and dream of morning.
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