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Not a creature was stirring, not even the cat.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled, all snug in their beds,
With iPads and phones tucked under their heads.
And Mum in her hoodie, and I in my cap,
Had just settled in for a quick winter nap.
When out on the street, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
To the window I flew, just a bit under-dressed,
Peeked out through the blinds, feeling far from impressed.
The streetlights reflected on fresh-fallen snow,
And I squinted to see what was making the glow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an electric sleigh, slick and eco-sincere.
With a driver so lively, his cheeks all aglow,
I knew in a flash it must be St. Joe.
Faster than e-scooters, his eight drones they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the flats, to the edge of the wall,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
So up to the rooftops, the drones they did zoom,
With the sleigh full of gifts and St. Joe with a boom.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the roof
The hum of the engines, so quiet and smooth.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Joe came in with a bound.
Dressed in tech fleece and boots, all ready to go,
With a sleek Christmas jumper in crimson and snow.
A bundle of gadgets he had flung on his back,
From VR to laptops, the latest tech stack.
His eyes, how they twinkled, his smile so merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
He had a kind face and a compacted belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
With a wink in his eye and a wave of his hand,
He unpacked all the gifts, precisely as planned.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
Leaving gifts everywhere, just like we’d asked.
Then tapping his watch and a nod to the drones,
He rose up the chimney, as light as a phone.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his drones gave a shout,
And away they all flew with a whir and a clout.
But I heard him exclaim, as they faded from sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”