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Santa Claus' Toy Factory is always avery busy place. Elf by elf, toy by toy, Santa Claus' Christmas toy factory is bustling with activity! Toys, toys toys everywhere! But every elf is working hard and having fun. Each elf devotes his or her special skills to make the very best toys possible, so that every girl and boy, children all around the world, can get the presents on their Christmas list or holiday wish list. Santa and the elves hope that kids throughout the world have what they need to be healthy and happy. It doesn't matter what religion, what language, what country, or what you call your special holidays: Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, New Year's or Ramadan, Christmas and Santa Claus is the spirit and happiness that comes with of unselfish giving to those we love and those in need.

So whether they are elves making toys, or a mom or dad at work trying to make their family's life better, the spirit is the same. It's not how many presents you get, or how much they cost, or if you got this years most popular Christmas toy; If it's wrapped in love it's precious no matter what it is or what it cost. Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus, Santa's Reindeer and each elf in the toy factory wish all the children of the world a happy winter holiday, whether it's St. Nicholas, St. Nick, Old Man Christmas... Or Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, New Year's or Ramadan... Whatever holiday is special and important to you, we hope this site will do its small share to make the world a "smaller" place through promoting a better understanding of all cultures.

by Clement Clarke Moore
or Henry Livingston

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

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;


The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;


The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,


But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.


And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

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