Hi Paul. Hi Ardly. How are you doing? I'm doing great. How are you? I'm so good. It's so great to have you on Small Town Dicks. Oh I am so happy to be here. So we want to know how did we persuade you to join us here on Small Town Dicks. Oh it was it was a lot of arm twisting. Not the truth.

Well what has always impressed me about Small Town Dicks is the professionalism. First you have your authenticity. You know Dan and Dave, myself we come out of real crime. We've had real experiences. And so the audience, the listeners are getting from Small Town Dicks. What actually happens out there. Not something that's been glamorized. But also you guys don't exploit the cases. You're empathetic to the victims. And this is what I'm all about. And I know that people who know me from

other projects, they will truly see that when they start listening to Small Town Dicks. That's an incredible endorsement. Dan and Dave tell the fine people about some Patreon. Where Paul Holes also joins us on quite a few nuggety nuggets. For just five bucks a month you'll have access to an assortment of bonus episodes, outtakes, listener questions, special series.

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How much was that again? It's only $5 a month Paul. Just $5 and you get all of that content. Yes. That is a deal. It's such a deal. Patreon.com slash Small Town Dicks.

Small Town Fam. It's Christmas Eve. And whether or not you celebrate, we're so happy that you're with us this evening. And we have a very very special treat. Because detectives Dan and Dave are going to read the classic poem.

It's actually called a visit from St. Nicholas, but most of us know it as the night before Christmas by Clement Clark Moore. Grab yourselves a tasty beverage, something sweet to nibble on and settle in for the night before Christmas.

It was the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And Mama and her Kirchief and I in my cap had just settled our brains for a long winner's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I spring from my bed to see what was the matter. A way to the window I flew like a flash.

Tor opened the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave a lustre of midday to objects below.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a miniature slay and eight tiny reindeer. With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his corsets they came and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Now Dasher now dancer now prancer and vixen on comment on cupid on Donner and blitzing to the top of the porch to the top of the wall. Now Dasher way, Dasher way, Dasher way all.

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky. So up to the house top the corsets they flew with the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicklaus too.

And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the prancing and pying of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around down the chimney St. Nicklaus came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back and he looked like a peddler just opening his back.

His eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merry his cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry. His drool little mouth was drawn up like a bow and the beard on his chin was his white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump a right jolly old elf and I laughed when I saw him and spied up myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work and filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk and laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod up the chimney he rose.

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