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[kirkcudbright]

T'was the morning of Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the damn dog who was whining to go out. The stockings were hung on the mantle with C-clamps, and a pile of loot lay under the tree. Once upon a morning bleary, while I pondered blank and weary, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature cat burglar. Or, should I say, reindeer burglar.