Twas the day before Christmas and all through the grotto,
Parents queued patiently, Children not so,
There was excitement, jumping, laughing and cheer
And of course the obligatory toddler's tears,
Everyone seemed much nicer than before
Although I did have to wrestle a boy to the floor
We got through the queue, no problems or faults,
Avoided any charges of physical assault,
Presents all given, photos as well,
No more keyrings or magnets or hat with a bell,
The grotto is cleared, the letters all sent,
The elves all set for unemployment,
There really is nothing else to do,
but to wish a very merry Christmas to you
from Ice, Magic, Snapshot, Bounce too
But probably not Twinkle.
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