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'Twas the night before Christmas,
all was ready to go:
St. Nick and his deer had a full sleigh in tow,
When Nick slipped on ice and then tried to grab hold
Of the brake, which popped back and just knocked him out cold!
Mrs. Claus came out, running,
as quick as a wink,
To give poor aching Santa a soothing hot drink.
"Sip slowly, my dear,"
she quite anxiously said.
"Are you able to travel?
Should I go instead?"