The snow falls lightly to the ground in a small town called Hamlin. It was the eve of Christmas. Carolers filled the streets, wreaths hung on every door, candles in every window. Glistening icicles hung from the rooftops like a frame, and Fir trees were seen all covered up in lights and tinsel and handmade ornaments. Along every street, snowmen smiled to the passersby and children threw balls of white at each other, and upon everyone’s lips were the words, “Merry Christmas!” But in one small corner of the town, there is a place where few people go and where one small cat was sitting... waiting....
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