Was a pretty little box, full of doomBut in the box was not doom, you seeInstead a trinket to give one gleeA snowglobe of all things, a wintery villageOne that a villain might like to pillageOur heros each thought "What's the harm?" and gave the globe a shake to witness its charmBut charm was not what they saw, noInstead their room filled with blinding snowA snow storm that whisked them awayIn hopes they may save Wintermas Day

A pretty little box, beguiled by gloom,
Yet doom was sidestepped in its room.
Inside, a trinket sparked with glee,
A snowglobe held a village wee.

Imagine there a villain's delight,
A wintery realm, ripe for fright.
Our heroes pondered, "What's the harm?"
They shook the globe, succumbed to its charm.

But charm dissolved in flurries bright,
Blinded by snow, day's turned to night.
A storm befell them, fierce and gray,
Whisked them to save Wintermas Day.

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A pretty little box, beguiled by gloom, Yet doom was sidestepped in its room. Inside, a trinket sparked with glee, A snowglobe held a village wee. Imagine there a villain's delight, A wintery realm, ripe for fright. Our heroes pondered, "What's the harm?" They shook the globe, succumbed to its charm. But charm dissolved in flurries bright, Blinded by snow, day's turned to night. A storm befell them, fierce and gray, Whisked them to save Wintermas Day.

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