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Part
Nine
As that first Christmas
Night came nigh,
the Elven hands and feet did fly;
The sleigh was in its parking place,
with every toy set in the space
that was designed for it to fit,
so Kringle could reach back for it
and put it in the magic sack
that he would carry on his back
as he jumped down from off his sleigh,
onto the roofs along the way.
And though the sack was very big,
it felt as light as one small fig
because, once toys were stored within,
they all became so small and thin
they fit like matches in a box,
from fancy dolls to cuckoo clocks
and tiny soldiers made of lead
to fire trucks all painted red
and drawn by wooden horses fine,
and each one wrapped with silken twine
and ribbons red and fancy bows,
and then, of course, there were the clothes:
sweaters for the little Boys,
and caps that jangled with the noise
from bells attached upon the tops,
and dresses that came from the shops
of Elven Women who could sew
lace so fine it looked like snow
and bonnets made with ribbon in
that tied beneath a young Girl's chin.
All those and more had made their way
into the wondrous magic sleigh.
And Kringle was a striking sight--
the Elves had labored day and night
to make a special suit and hat.
They felt he needed something that
would keep him warm and make him smile
as he sailed along each mile
that he would have to go that night,
upon his wondrous magic flight.
They made for him a suit of red,
with white trim 'round the waist and head
and filled it full of Elven charm,
to keep him safe from Human harm.
Zingle simply made it full
of something that's invisible;
So though the suit was red and white,
it could disappear from sight
if Kringle thought a Human might
look at him with fear or fright.
As night fell on the world below,
they made the final plans to go;
to make the Humans understand
that Love could live throughout the land.
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