Twas the Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, Every Rebel was stirring, not settling down. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that new gear soon would be there.
The customers nestled, all snug in their beds, while visions of hoodies danced in their heads. With Relentless Rebel Apparel, all crafted so fine, they dreamt of the day they'd be looking divine.
Out from the website arose such a clatter, they sprang from their beds to see what was the matter. Away to their laptops, they flew like a flash, to fill up their carts and empty their stash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave a luster of mid-day to the products below. When what to their wondering eyes did appear, but a sleek new collection, bringing holiday cheer.
With hoodies so stylish and tees all aglow, they knew in a moment, they had to go. More rapid than eagles, their fingers they came, and they whistled, and shouted, and called out by name:
"Now Hoodies! Now Joggers! Now Tanks and Tees! On Accessories! On Dry Fits! More of these, please! To the top of the cart! To the end of the hall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the checkout the customers they flew, with their carts full of gear, and excitement anew.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As they drew in their heads, and were turning around, down the chimney Santa came with a bound.
Dressed head to toe in Relentless Rebel attire, he looked like a model, setting hearts afire. His bundle of gear he had flung on his back, and he smiled, knowing they'd never lack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! Decked out in apparel, both stylish and bold, he brought warmth and comfort, far better than gold.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, filling each stocking, then turned with a jerk. And laying a finger aside of his nose, giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Rebel night!"
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