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T’was the dawning of Christmas, and unbeknown to the mouse The children were sneaking, down the stairs of the house, They walked to the fire, and both kneeled as in prayer To examine the stocking for objects shaped square The children had come from their warm comfy bed, While their parents both slept, knocked out as if dead, Both in their pyjamas, with slippers on their feet, They rummaged their presents for an iPhone-y treat Then a parcel fell out, and they both heard it shatter, both crying loudly, tears falling with a splatter One picked the phone up, to examine the mash, “It’s so loving broken; put it in the trash” The dustbin outside was covered in snow, and into its darkness, the trash they did throw, “Find something to cover it! It must disappear!” “No one can know that we both were here” Ripping some leaves from the plants really quick, they filled up the bin, to make it look slick, The thorns in the foliage did mangle and maim, the tips of the fingers were about to inflame Then up in the sky, something grabbed their attention, could this be cupid or comet or blitzen? Down through the blackness it started to fall, Nine little lights, round like a ball Closer and closer the sparkles did fly, on course to the children through the night sky they looked at each other, and both of them knew t’was all Santa’s reindeer, and his famous sleigh too Before long, the procession had reached the tiled roof, the kids ran to the front of the house to get proof, and there he was, in both sight and sound, Santa Claus had finally been found He stumbled around, and tried to stay put, but the tiles were slipping beneath his foot, he tried grabbing a harnice on Rudolf’s back, but the reindeer flew off, up into the black Soon all eight had gone, and santa looked wary, all his happiness gone too, he didn’t look merry, his face was a white as his beard and the snow, as he eyed up the sight that was waiting below With one final slip, he was plunging beneath, then his skull hit the floor, breaking his teeth, no protection was offered from his large and round belly, blood poured out from his head to a crimson red valley The children stood, each beside themself, what should they do? Call an elf? The elder child gave a look of dread, as a terrible plan flew into their head Without saying a word, they both got to work, Dragging santa’s corpse through the snow and the dirt, Upon reaching the bin, one said “Well, here goes” “No! Wait a minute, let’s get a selfie pose!” But neither had a phone, as their present was broken, so they went to the sleigh in search of a token, And in front of them in a pool of blood that did gleam Was another unboxed iPhone, with another cracked screen
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