In the weeks before Christmas all through the nights, We'll bundle and ribbon, and tuck away tight Parcels and packages for family and friends In hopes that our secrets will keep to the end.

Though small creatures will peak in, and big ones will dream, The treasures are guarded by a keeper supreme.  The Hall Closet Monitor, wearing his badge, Will tinkle his bell, and scutter about, Should a tag be tugged, or a ribbon pulled taut.

Flatter and stroke him, try as you will, He'll never give in, he won't tell.  He'll not be tempted by hard candies or pouts, Until Christmas Day, with snow or without, The delights of the season will all tumble out.

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