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I've had to move out of the city and into the house I inherited here, in the idyllic fishing village of Porthcove, but only for as long as it takes to sell it. You see, I need the money, so I've started seeing some of the locals, you know, as patients, but I tell you, there's something really disturbing about charming neighbors sharing chilling secrets. And it isn't just that. It's the other things. Strange, inexplicable things. It started with odd smells, creepy sounds, and then the intruders...oh God, the intruders.

This beloved poem captures the wonder and warmth of Christmas Eve with its classic charm. Whether it’s being heard for the very first time or recited as part of a treasured family tradition, it invites listeners of all ages to gather close and listen for jolly old St. Nicholas.