I hope I've got that right.
The slippers are tucked by the fireplace with care, with certainty that Mommy is soon to be there.
The Son stayed awake(ish) so he could help too, and fill up those slippers with good stuff to chew.
Pomegranates and Rollos fill all the spaces, not filled with little chocolate Santas in their places.
Now I must also to bed get right quick, in the off chance my slippers be visited by St Nick.
Happy St Nicholas day. May it dawn bright and cheerful.
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