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             There comes a point on Christmas Eve when all the 
              bustling activity at the North Pole begins to slow. The reindeer 
              are in harness, the runners waxed, the sleigh is filled to bursting 
              with gifts. Dusk conquers day and the elves take their place on 
              the sleigh. When all is in readiness, the Old Fellow takes his moment 
              of pause. No one asks why, for they know he is consumed with the 
              enormous job at hand. Suddenly his face breaks with a rosy grin 
              and he deftly swings up onto his sleigh. With a crack of the reins, 
              Christmas begins anew… 
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