'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the castle

Not an author was writing, for it was too much a hassle;

The notes were organized by the computer with care,

In hopes that Ty soon would be there;

The author was nestled all snug in bed,

While visions of Christmas dinner danced in his head;

And George in his skivvies, and Ty on his lap,

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