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 ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all was quiet
Till a very loud noise woke me, sounding like a riot
I put on my fluffy slippers and creep down the stairs
The lounge door is open, and I see the sofa and chairs

My heart is beating quickly, like a drum in my chest
when I espy black boots poking out the chimney breast
With my eyes as big as saucers, I squeal with delight
Santa Claus is visiting, but something’s not quite right

I said, “Are you ok Santa?” Santa said, “No, I am stuck
Please fetch Papa. He has a crane on his rescue truck”
Papa dresses quickly and phones men and ‘older’ boys
Santa must be freed, so he can deliver children’s toys

The rescue goes smoothly, and when they get Santa out
He said, “I shouldn’t have eaten that last Brussel Sprout
My belly is so bloated. I’ve got a buildup of smelly gas
I’ll climb back on the sleigh where foul wind I will pass

Santa sprinkled magic moon dust into my wide eyes
So, I won’t recall what's happened; Santa is very wise
Papa carried me upstairs to snugly tuck me into my bed
where I dream of saving Santa in his wooly suit of red

Early next morning, I spy sled marks in deep snow drifts
Santa Claus has visited, and left me piles of fancy gifts
I tell Papa all about my dream of rescuing Santa Claus
I see sooty footprints on the rug, I think I know the cause!

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