(because they had gills, and were under the floating house)
All the stockings were hung by the infinite heat creating giant reactor powered machine with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas would soon be there.
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, a little bearded head and bag, flying through the air. I knew in a moment, it must be Saint Nick.
And more rapid than eagles he came, as he shouted "Ow ow ow ow!!!" as he bumped along the roof. Down the chimney he came with a yell and a crash; his face was covered in white hair, and his nose was round.
He spoke not a word but went straight to work, chomping down cookies, and low fat milk. He psychically filled the stockings, then turned with a jerk, he laid thoughts of "up" upon his mind, and then he went up the chimney, gosh this Nick was a find.
But I saw him crash through a passenger window of a 747 that was flying through the night. Then I heard a small groan, "Ouch! That hurts, but have a good night..."
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