By Anton S. of Jarvis ‘Twas the night before Christmaswhen all through the kindest town,All was calm and gentle,you could barely hear a sound.But up at Christmas Central,at the Crossroads of 3 and 6,Magical things were happening,as the elves discussed their next feat. They sat around the table,with their thinking hats on tight,Deciding of ways to makethe town look astoundingly…
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