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Well, this one Christmas Eve, my friend's cousin's neighbor was sleeping, and woke
up to the sound of sleigh-bells.
"Oh, Boy! Santa," he thought.
He put on his quietest slippers and slipped quietly down stairs.
He turned the corner into the living room.
Nothing. There was no jolly fat man to be seen. The room was empty, save for the
darkened tree.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
The sound of sleigh-bells could still be heard. They were coming from a large gift
under the shadowy pine.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
Curious, the boy approached the jingling package.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
The box trembled slightly.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
The gift bore no tag.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
The child couldn't help himself and tore into the wrapping, hopping to solve the
mystery within.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
It was a doll.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
A Tails doll.
Tinkle. Tinkle. Schuuuumpy.
The next morning, his parents found the boy dead. His hair was white with fear. His
eyes were rolled back in his head.
A copy of Sonic R was lodged down his throat.
Merry Christmas.
up to the sound of sleigh-bells.
"Oh, Boy! Santa," he thought.
He put on his quietest slippers and slipped quietly down stairs.
He turned the corner into the living room.
Nothing. There was no jolly fat man to be seen. The room was empty, save for the
darkened tree.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
The sound of sleigh-bells could still be heard. They were coming from a large gift
under the shadowy pine.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
Curious, the boy approached the jingling package.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
The box trembled slightly.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
The gift bore no tag.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
The child couldn't help himself and tore into the wrapping, hopping to solve the
mystery within.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
It was a doll.
Tinkle. Tinkle.
A Tails doll.
Tinkle. Tinkle. Schuuuumpy.
The next morning, his parents found the boy dead. His hair was white with fear. His
eyes were rolled back in his head.
A copy of Sonic R was lodged down his throat.
Merry Christmas.