How dare you tell me heβs not real!
Why would you spread such lies?
We surely all have seen him,
Fly his sleigh across the skies.

Weβve all heard of his reindeer,
Who pull him on his way,
We know he has an army,
Elves with no time for play!

Tirelessly they spend their days,
Make toys and gifts for all,
From a quaint and pretty dollβs house,
To the simplest bouncy balls.
The workers under his command,
They have no time to snooze,
No need for rest βtil work is done,
Thereβs just no time to lose.

When all is good and ready,
The presents neatly stacked,
The magic portal opens wide,
The night will be jam-packed.
He starts in Australasia,
His journey takes him west,
Covering every inch of sky,
Head to toe in red heβs dressed.

Calling out his βHo! Ho! Ho!β
Silhouetted by the moon,
His reindeer keeping perfect time,
Must not arrive too soon.
For if he comes when weβre awake,
His schedule must be changed,
Heβll have to make some detours,
His plans he must then rearrange.

Heβs magical, but real for sure,
Be sure to leave a snack,
The poor man works for many hours,
He has no time to slack.
Heβs partial to a cold mince pie,
And a swig or two of brandy,
The deer heβll give a snack or two,
To keep them fine and dandy.

So many disbelievers,
Their Christmas spirit gone,
Those same are always quite content,
To open gifts heβs left, at dawn.
Although he doesnβt live nearby,
Resides far out of sight,
One thing is for certain,
Christmas Eveβs his busiest night!

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