Picture this, your snuggle in-front of a cozy fireplace, ready to hear a chirstmas tale, “Tis the night before Christmas ___” 🎄
and the house is asleep, The secrets of presents are ours to keep. The embers are glowing with a soft, orange hue, Waiting for morning, and wonders anew.
But suddenly, a noise from the chimney does start, Not a slide or a bump, but a beat like a heart! I tiptoe much closer, avoiding the creak, To see who is visiting... and take a small peek.
And there, standing tall in the fading firelight, Was not good old Santa, but a much stranger sight...
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