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PS 733
DEC 13
ith finger to lips, and a
“Shhh!”
as his plea,
He dug through his pack as
he dropped to one knee.
Lube orders, multimeters,
grease guns and pliers,
When I thought he was done,
he pulled out some tires!
ll these gifts went in stockings or right on the floor,
Then he went back to his pack and dug out some more!
it took quite a while before his bag was deflated,
But the emptier it got, the more he seemed elated!
inished at last and
pack now quite bare,
He turned from his work
and climbed up the stair.
Before he could vanish,
he gave me a wink,
nd then he was
gone, before I
could blink.
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