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Off into the deepest North At the pole an arrow points. Santa's village this way it says. Tiny figures franticly bustling' Only five months left and mountains of presents still to be made and wrapped then loaded onto Santa's sleigh. All the children dreaming blissfully seeing that red nose sparkling and hearing the whoosh watch Santa looping the sky. Scattering snow flakes far and wide in his wake. The moon beams down and the north star twinkles.