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A Wreath for The Door In a way, it was a lonely task; no one but the reindeer to accompany him. The anticipation had built for an entire year and finally Christmas Eve was here. How long he had considered those lists, how hard the elves had worked, all for this night. The pace was brisk - so many to see in so short a time. Making his rounds, house to house, town to town, he could hardly contain the smile across his broad elfin face. He barely felt the strain or the cold as his heart warmed and his pace quickened with every gift he delivered, knowing the joy they would bring to those eager children who lay faithfully waiting for the dawn. He would not be present when small feet bounced down stairs, when wrapping paper flew, and when screams and giggles met the unveiling of magical gifts and sounded the realization of wishes come true. No, he would not get to see the children's faces. But, he would get to see the loving smile from Mrs. Claus as he fulfilled her simple request. All she had asked of Santa was that he bring home a wreath for the door. And for this simple favor, her happy smile would glow so bright as to make the entire night’s labors worthwhile.
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