“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place,
Not a creature was stirring—well, almost—save one curious face.
The fire softly crackled, the cocoa steamed near,
And stockings hung hopeful with whispers of cheer.
The moon painted snowbanks in silvery light,
While dreams tiptoed gently into the night.
Then—hush!—came a sound, a magical clatter,
Not the crash kind of noise, but the wonder kind of matter.
In flew Santa smiling, with soot on his coat,
A laugh like a bell and a wink in his throat.
He worked like a whisper, quick, merry, and bright,
Leaving warmth in his wake like a hug in the night.
Then up the chimney he rose out of sight,
Calling, ‘Merry Christmas to all—and to all a good night.’ 🎄✨
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