The stranger that came down the chimney

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and the snow had settled in Vestor; An often-overlooked village where Timmy’s restlessness festers. Through a frosted window, the boy observes a shape, expanding: A sleigh bouncing in the twilight air, as it prepares for landing. The roof shakes, guiding a jingle through trinkets on the Christmas tree, Powdered snow…