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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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