‘Twas the night before Christmas in skies over Hampshire…,
When an easyjet flight became Santa and his reindeer.
OK, the poetry leaves a bit to be desired but it does rhyme. I don’t think I’ll ever make poet laureate any time soon so I’ll revert to prose whenever my poetic creativity leaves me.
Out on the grass a little girl looked up to the sky,
In the hope she would see Saint Nicholas fly by.
A local community association bar somewhere in South Hampshire had arranged a family night on Christmas Eve with a special appearance by a man in a red and white costume. The little girl was out on the lawn staring into the night sky hoping that this year she would catch a glimpse of Santa and his eight reindeer.

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