A woodworkers night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shopNot a tool was stirring, not even on the bench top.The clamps were hung by the heater with care,In hopes that St Nicholas soon would bring new tools there.
The craftsmen were nestled all smug in their beds,With visions of pain free joinery dancing in their heads.All of the power cords wrapped and all the finishes with a cap,The sawdust settles to fill the bench gaps.
As a vision of snowflakes flurried, and the wind did blow,
An inspiration of passion, as the hours did flow.
A workshop echoing with a rhythmic beat,
A host of tools, creating a perfect 45 degree cleat.
A snowmen dancing, with saws so grand,
A shaker cupboard, made with his favourite brand.
Tiny reindeer, with antlers so fine,
A sleigh was pulled, with Santa in line.
Eight reindeer piercing wildly, antlers reaching high,
A sleigh filled with presents, riding through the sky.
Snowflakes moved around him, as he hummed a Christmas tune,
The empty tree and stockings will welcome him soon.
At dawn's first light, the dwelling glowed,
As the woodworkers creations, with craftsmanship bestowed.
With handmade wooden features of a makers grafted scene,
That were were constructed with heart and machine.
Then a breath that was so near,
A gentle tap and a figure drew clear,
The woodworker looked, his heart filled with glee,
For it was Santa, near his freshly cut tree.
With a twinkle in his eye, Santa spoke,
A Christmas gift for you, that is not broke,
He pulled from his sack, a mechanical delight,
A brand new gadget, that will be this years highlight.
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