2d
1
In a snug little nook at the top of the globe,
Where the snowflakes all shimmer and whirl as they strobe,
Old Santa was humming his jolliest tune,
But something felt off that cold afternoon.
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2
The letters came in by the sackful, as ever,
But something had changed—something strange and quite clever.
No teddies, no jump ropes, no sleds made of pine,
Just gadgets and gizmos and tech by design.
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3
“I’d like the new PhoneZilla X with AI!”
“I want a drone suit that lets me just fly!”
“A gaming chair throneship with ten turbo jets!”
“Ten thousand new skins for my streaming presets!”
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4
He frowned as he flipped through the list after list.
Where once there was magic, now circuits exist.
“No puzzles? No marbles? No tea sets or blocks?
No trains that go chug-chug, no musical clocks?”
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5
He walked to the shelf where the old toys were kept,
All dusty and quiet, like they hadn’t slept.
The wooden giraffes and the tin wind-up bears,
The ragdolls still waiting to dance down the stairs.
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6
“In my younger days,” Santa said with a sigh,
“Kids dreamed up whole kingdoms with pie in the sky!
They’d turn sticks into swords, and a box to a ship—
Now everything’s screens and a battery clip!”
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7
The elves looked around and just shrugged with a pout,
“It’s progress,” they mumbled. “You can't toss it out.
Kids follow the trends—it’s what they all do!”
But Santa just grumbled, “It’s lost something true…”
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8
He missed when the holidays glowed in their hearts,
When joy wasn’t powered by microchip parts.
He missed little voices all squealing with glee
As they played with a slinky, or climbed a fake tree.
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9
So he wrote a new note to be sent far and wide:
“Just mix in some magic with your techy ride.
Imagination's a gift that won’t ever expire—
It runs without chargers and never needs wire!”
In a snug little nook at the top of the globe,
Where the snowflakes all shimmer and whirl as they strobe,
Old Santa was humming his jolliest tune,
But something felt off that cold afternoon.
---
2
The letters came in by the sackful, as ever,
But something had changed—something strange and quite clever.
No teddies, no jump ropes, no sleds made of pine,
Just gadgets and gizmos and tech by design.
---
3
“I’d like the new PhoneZilla X with AI!”
“I want a drone suit that lets me just fly!”
“A gaming chair throneship with ten turbo jets!”
“Ten thousand new skins for my streaming presets!”
---
4
He frowned as he flipped through the list after list.
Where once there was magic, now circuits exist.
“No puzzles? No marbles? No tea sets or blocks?
No trains that go chug-chug, no musical clocks?”
---
5
He walked to the shelf where the old toys were kept,
All dusty and quiet, like they hadn’t slept.
The wooden giraffes and the tin wind-up bears,
The ragdolls still waiting to dance down the stairs.
---
6
“In my younger days,” Santa said with a sigh,
“Kids dreamed up whole kingdoms with pie in the sky!
They’d turn sticks into swords, and a box to a ship—
Now everything’s screens and a battery clip!”
---
7
The elves looked around and just shrugged with a pout,
“It’s progress,” they mumbled. “You can't toss it out.
Kids follow the trends—it’s what they all do!”
But Santa just grumbled, “It’s lost something true…”
---
8
He missed when the holidays glowed in their hearts,
When joy wasn’t powered by microchip parts.
He missed little voices all squealing with glee
As they played with a slinky, or climbed a fake tree.
---
9
So he wrote a new note to be sent far and wide:
“Just mix in some magic with your techy ride.
Imagination's a gift that won’t ever expire—
It runs without chargers and never needs wire!”
