The sleigh took to sky on a night inky black,

The elves feebly watched, there was no going back.

With a roar from the man and a crack of his whip,

They fled in a flash, into darkness they slipped.

This is part seventeen of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part eighteen!

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