'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature as stirring not even a Timothy?
Wait what? Who is Timothy?
Never mind back to the poem.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that Saint Figure soon would be there....
Figure? What is going on? Why is my poem broken?
Ok maybe I should just walk around the house and describe what I see. Ok let's starts with the tree.
Wow what a nice looking tree. I wonder if there is a star at the top of it.
*Looks up at top of tree*
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Ḧ̷͍͖̩́͆͘e̶̗̞̼͊̀l̴̤̮̣͂͊ḽ̷̰̖͆̑̔o̸͖͂̉ ̴̫̟̀̌̉ͅT̷̠̞̿̀̂h̴̡̨͂͗ë̸̖̩̩̀r̵̨͕͂̈́ē̵͖̳̓̓
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WHAT EVEN IS THAT?!?!?!?!?!
Ok calm down. Everything is fine.
Wait I think I hear Santa coming down the chimney.
Let me go look.
*Walks towards chimney*
*The lights turn off for a second*
*Lights turn on*
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M̴͎̘̂̐̋é̸̟r̵͓͝r̵̗̞̃ý̵̖̚ͅ ̵̹͙̉͜C̶̮̿̃̈h̸͖̏̄́r̵̰̠̻̉̋̋í̶̧͖s̶̭̤̰̃̓̚t̷͙͈͈̉́̃m̸̲̋̈́́a̶̞̗̿s̵̨̪̝̈ ̸͍̰̽C̵̛͎̟̐͛h̵͎̻̔͒i̷̖̩̓̄̑l̷̥̭͐̍̈d̴͙̩͍̽̈́͠
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I don't even have words....
*Hears noise behind*
Oh that must be the child of this home. Hopefully they are completely normal and not creepy AF.
*Turns around*
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S̴̨̔a̵̹̗̽̑͝ń̸̤t̵̢̥̪̉̃͘a̸͇͘?̷̡̰͒͐̉
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I'M DONE......THIS HOTEL SUCKS
*Dies*