'Twas the twentieth of December with much work left to be done
Saint Nick, was busy making certain his route would not miss anyone.
The elves, in the workshop, were finishing the wooden wheels on toys
and the Reindeer were being fitted with new bells to make lots of noise.
The sled is nearly loaded, carefully polished; the skids have been waxed
so as they fly over hills and slide down vales, their speed will be maxed.
Saint Nick checks his list, not wanting to forget even the smallest request,
Making certain for the naughty they get, perhaps, not what they guessed.
But for the nice, Saint Nick will be sure that under the tree is a treasure
every child for the whole year imagined and prayed for by every measure.
So, with his map now nearly complete, Saint Nick with a wink and nod,
climbs down from his perch, with a twinkle in his eyes, off to bed he trod.
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