chapter 12

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a clown.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

Jessica lay restless, her mind in a whirl,
Thoughts of a gnome danced, her heart gave a twirl.
Lauren, the gnome who had come to their aid,
Saved them from trouble when they were afraid.

As moonlight crept softly through the window's thin pane,
Jessica tossed, turned, and felt restless again.
Her thoughts drifted back to that fateful day,
When magic and danger had come out to play.

Then suddenly, with a clatter and a bang,
She heard something stirring—oh, what was that clang?
Out from the chimney, with a jump and a cheer,
Came Lauren the gnome, spreading Christmas good cheer!

"Wake up, wake up! There's no time to waste!
Santa's sleigh crashed, and he's out—what a waste!"
Neomi jumped up, her eyes wide with delight,
"Are you serious, Lauren? Is this really our night?"

"Indeed!" Lauren grinned, her eyes sparkling bright.
"Santa Claus is out cold, and we must take flight!
His sleigh crashed in the woods, tangled in trees,
So we'll fill in for him, if you please!"

Neomi squealed, "This is amazing! So grand!"
But Jessica frowned, "I don't understand.
Why did Santa crash here, in Gravity Falls?
This seems like a setup for danger and brawls."

"Ah, don't question it now!" Neomi waved her hand,
"It's Gravity Falls; weirdness is just how we stand.
You know how it goes, with portals and gnomes,
This town's full of magic, it's where I call home!"

"But what if something bad happens?" Jessica sighed,
"I just don't want anyone to get hurt or fried."
"Don't worry," said Lauren, her voice sweet and sincere,
"We've got this, I promise; let's spread Christmas cheer!"

With a sigh of reluctance, Jessica nodded,
She knew that in Gravity Falls, things often exploded.
They dressed quickly, excitement mixing with fear,
Together, they'd handle whatever was near.

They tiptoed outside, under twinkling starlight,
The air crisp and cold, the moon shining bright.
In the forest ahead, they could see the sleigh,
Cracked open and broken, all tangled in hay.

He's unconscious for now, in the woods he did land,
And we'll have to help him; it's still part of the plan.
We must gather the presents, deliver them right,
And make sure that Christmas is still a delight!"

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