14 December 2012
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Twas the night before Christmas, There was not a single sound; No sleigh bells on the roof, No footsteps on the ground.
All the children were sleeping, Tucked up in their cosy beds; Grown ups were cuddling, Resting their weary heads.
The bright paper moon, Shone brightly in the sky; Illuminating the night, For those who need to fly.
But it was getting later, And still not a single sound; For Rudolph had hurt his leg, And couldn't lift off the ground.
'Panic not, my trusty helpers' Said Father Christmas to his elves; You continue loading the sleigh, With all the presents from the shelves.
And so with that, Father Christmas had an idea; To find the one with the purple nose, Violet, the littlest reindeer.
She had always wanted to fly, But was never ever picked; It was always the others he chose, Dancers hooves the first to click.
But when Father Christmas came, And sprinkled her with magic dust; Her nose lit up like a neon light, She was so happy she could burst.
"Violet, will you guide my sleigh tonight, Rudolph has hurt his leg?" She bowed her head, her nose lit up, Like a great big shiny egg.
And so it was, that foggy night, That Violet, saved Christmas Day; She soared through the midnight sky, Guiding Santa's magic sleigh.
The sleigh bells rang out across the land, As presents were delivered; To all the good boys and girls, Over mountains, dale and river.
Not only was there snow falling to the ground, But the sky was a lavender hue; Violet had transformed the land, With a great big Merry Christmas to you.
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Violet • Opuss № I