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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. But something was different this magical eve, Santa had caught an unexpected reprieve. His reindeer were sick, with a case of the flu, So Santa was left wondering, "What should I do?" He scratched his old head, then he came up with glee, "I'll use something new to deliver with glee!" He zoomed to his workshop, inventive and bold, And there he found gadgets, all shiny and gold. He harnessed his vacuum, gave it a test, And soon it was flying, up high in the crest. With suction so strong, gifts were sucked right inside, As Santa yelled, "Hold on, for a wild sleigh ride!" Through chimneys it went, with a whoosh and a whack, Leaving presents behind, without a step back. Kids woke up perplexed as they heard a strange sound, Stockings filled neatly, while old Santa zipped 'round. But one little girl caught him, red-handed, you see, And asked, "Santa, what's up with your flying spree?" He chuckled and winked, said, "Reindeer are resting, So I borrowed my vacuum, it's quite interesting!" She laughed and she giggled, finding it absurd, A vacuum for Christmas, how utterly absurd! But Santa just smiled, as he flew out of sight, "Merry Christmas, my dear, and to all a good night!"

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