Once upon a Christmas Eve, still working late a weary Steve.
Though hoping henceforth soon to leave, deadlines persisted, causing pain.
As I drifted, nearly snoozing, listening to nearby trains cruising,
Someone must've been perusing just outside my window pane.
Looking out, 'twas nothing there, 'twas ice and snow, 'twas in my brain.
That was all, so type again.
Near the door a crashing sound and I jumped from my desk and, rounding,
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