Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Island not a creature was stirring because they were all in bed. The captain was off with family and friends and I was snuggled down with my Nesta by my side and peanut butter treats in my head. Then all of a sudden I awoke to a jangle. It was Mrs. Clause on the phone and Santa was in a tangle. Prancer it appears had pranced himself lame and Santa needed a strong four-legged-man to join in his game. A little different from a reindeer I may look, but out of his bag some antlers Santa took. With the strength of my legs we bounded away to take toys to the kids so Christmas morning they could play. Around the world we traveled and from rooftop to rooftop we clamoured. There was even a present for my papa in Iraq in Santa's huge sack.
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