'Twas the night before Christmas,
The children were tucked up in bed,
Their iPods turned off,
So they could rest their sleepy heads.
The windows were frosted,
And all the doors were closed,
But from the grand fireplace,
A mighty chimney rose.
"Are you sure he'll fit down there?"
The little children had asked,
"Yes, of course he will, my sweets,
He's always done so in the past!"
When the clock struck midnight,
And the adults were also asleep,
Down the chimney, Santa came,
Landing silently on his feet.
He pulled out his smartphone,
To act as a torch,
Searched for the Christmas tree,
And found it near the porch.
He reached into his sack,
And from within it he pulled,
Present after present,
The children will be thrilled.
Once the sack was empty,
Back up the chimney he climbed,
For soon it will be morning,
And he still needed to deliver to number nine...
When back in his sleigh,
His sat-nav he programmed,
To take him through the village,
And then back to his homeland.
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