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He let out a great big,
ho ho ho!
The jolly ol' elf sighed and continued lying on the bed no more than a minute. Then shouted to the rooftop, "Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph! Be ready, because it's time for us to go!" At that moment, St. Nick, sprang up, pulled up and zipped up below. Right after, he put his stubby finger to the side of his rosy nose, leaned down and did his last line of magic snow. He wiped it clean and raced to the door, like The Flash! But before he left, he turned and gave a radiant smile and wink, then said, "Much obliged, Trixie. But now, it's time for you to take your toys and go home to your little boy." Then, St. Nick, vanished as a snowflake hitting the tip of a tongue!
Trixie ran to the window; flung it open as fast as she could. Only to hear, "I'll see you again, this time next year!"
