The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that the Elf wouldn't fall out of there...
Me and my brother in our matching jammies were about to settle in for a longish winter nap.
Except Finn wouldn't stop trying to suck his sock off...
But after we were nestled in our beds, SANTA came down the chimney and left his footprints! And mama didn't even get mad at him!
And he left me this note! 
Maybe mama saw him while she was up late peeling ten pounds of potatoes for Sauerbraten?
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