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A little Christmas poem

Just a little something I wrote for Secret Santa on a forum.

Late on a misty Christmas eve,
A jolly old man drags his sack, with a ho and a heave.
With spark of Christmas twinkling in his eye,
He squeezes down the chimney to grab his first mince pie.
Presents he leaves beneath the tree,
Like honey from a happy bee.
His reindeer clatter on the roof,
Their light hooves leaving not a trace of proof.
In the blink of an eye, he is gone,
And the children soon playing with their Pokemon.
His job now done, it’s time to unwind,
But he’ll soon have to start next year’s grind.

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