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feature: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
 

And just when we started to tire looking 'round
Again came a sound, but this time underground


We traced the commotion and whispered, "The cellar!
He's gone to the basement, the crazy ol' feller."


And then we rejoiced, having trapped him at last
There's only one exit, no way to get past


We could have just waited, but started to doubt
We'd lost him so often, we'd best flush him out


To catch him red-handed, we'd have to be smart
With timing and stealth that starts pumping the heart


While most of us thought this would bring satisfaction
A few people said, "No, not me — too much action."


There just was no swaying the ones who weren't sure
They claimed it was mindless, no fun, and not pure


And so we got fighting, our plan having failed
But then took a breath and so cool heads prevailed


But no sooner had the last harsh word been spoken
We noticed the door to the cellar now open!


Our mystery guest had again disappeared
Eluding our grasp as we all should have feared

To drive home the total extent of our goof
The next sound we heard filtered down from the roof



We ran to the window with feelings of dread
Most fully expecting a fat man in red


But not even that did we see from our view
Which made us start questioning just what we knew


Had what we'd been seeking been real or illusion?
It just didn't matter, we reached as conclusion


The question is not whether Santa Claus came
But if we had fun with our Christmas Eve game


On that we're agreed, 'twas pervasive and wild
Reminding us all of good times as a child


Although we'd have liked to find proof of St. Nick
We loved the adventure, though not point & click


The house was now quiet, with nothing to see
And so to relax we grouped 'round the big tree


Yet only just then did it strike us absurd
From this room alone had not one sound been heard


For all of our efforts to find evidence
The obvious place was just plain common sense


How often that happens, as everyone knows
The last place you look is right under your nose


Now something was different; a slight, subtle change
At first no one noticed as nothing seemed strange


The tree, though, its lights seemed to twinkle and say
"You'll find what you seek if you'll just glance my way!"


So when we looked closer, our spirits did lift
Addressed to each one of us was a new gift


And not just a random collection of toys
But each our most wanted adventure of choice


While giving's divine and receiving is moot
Let's not kid ourselves, we still dig getting loot!


Of course, in this time of goodwill o'er the Earth
It's now we acknowledge the things of true worth


It's friendship and family and others who care
Including all those that can't be with you there


And in that last group are those here at AG
We're so glad you're part of our community


Wherever you are, then, we wish with all might
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!


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