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They were bright little elves, mischievous but good 
creative as can be  known as gnomes of the North Pole 
Santa's sleigh began to slow so they did all they could   
 the spirit-meter read low and it could not run on coal,  
so they filled it with hot cocoa and a tad of faithful gist. 
   
Intuitive as heck they decked the workshop halls with glee 
knowing very well insightful Santa could smell a foul tree 
But then before the big old flight, he asked a ninny elf 
"why do you smell like chocolate boy? "make a note to self" 
it was then that Santa doubted but heh the presents come  first! 

Off he went with a bag of toys as the elves made so much noise 
clever little beings that they were, they all waved with poise 
Up the chimney down the chimney  the sleigh just ran and ran 
hot on the trail of children's hopes it flew with a yes I can .
Santa  saw that the spirit-meter was low and full of thirst
   
He thought and thought, and then he saw  a chocolate leak  
dripping down his boot, he knew, the elves had had a peek 
but when he saw the joy on the children's faces in a dream 
he knew that his  magic elves were geniuses of their realm   
and he was glad they got the sled to fly, with a cocoa burst.

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