“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the room,
Not a phone was still buzzing, not even in gloom.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The fire softly crackled, the cocoa steamed sweet,
While snow whispered secrets outside on the street.
When out on the rooftop there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my blanket to see what was the matter.
Down the chimney he slid with a wink and a grin,
Leaving laughter and magic wherever he’d been.
He filled every stocking, then paused with a nod,
As if blessing the moment, simple and odd.
Then he vanished in snow with a trail of warm cheer,
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight near—
‘Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.’ 🎄✨”
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