Fires dot the ruined landscape. Each family claimed a hearth and decorated it with the few treasures they managed to save, clinging to traditions that have faded with time. But the children believe. They leave cookies for Jolly Old Nick.
And the lonely ones answer the call. They are old, yet they carry hope, building toys for the girls and boys.
The eldest, long white beard, baggy red coat—treks through the silent night delivering cheer. He has no chubby belly. No smoking pipe. But bestowing merriment on the precious children is all he wanted to do.
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