It is the night before Christmas and excitement lingers in the air. The snow lies in a thick layer over everything, the turkey is plucked and ready, and the mince pies tower on sugar-dusted plates. But one thing has yet to be done. The stockings hang limp and empty from the mantlepiece and the Christmas tree has no presents underneath it. Only a very special visitor can finish the job. Savour the magic of Christmas Eve in this lively poem as one child has the experience of a lifetime.
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