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From prx's radio topia. Welcome to the heart.

I'm Caitlin Prest.

And today we have a special holiday treat just for you.

To us the night before Christmas and at the North Pole, the old big man was out, giving kids, toys and coal.

But up in the factory was a jolly old crone. Why our friend misses claws, feeling rather alone.

Oh I do miss my husband. She wailed. Where is he? Why do all sweet hearts cuddle tonight? Except me.

As she closed up the shop and turned out the last light, she sighed.

Why can I not share my bed this fine night?

She tightened her scarf and off-home our claws lumbered. She then passed by the houses where all the elves slumbered.

Ah the elves, their green hats and their pointy red shoes, they could always clear up her most gloomiest blues.

But alas, they were sleeping. All tucked in and snoring.

Well, Humphed Mrs. Claus. This night sure to be boring.

As she trudged through the snow with her nose turning red, she thought,

What if I welcomed some elves to my bed?

Yes, there are all speedy workers with small nimble digits.

As she had this idea, Mrs. Claus got the fidgets.

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