41 Park a very hip hand crafted Jewelry shop which can be found on Etsy
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through 41 PARK
There were jewelry for sale, 31 items on the mark.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Etsy buyers would soon be there.
The stones were all snug in their nest,
An upon my finger, a spiral of copper did wrap
Had begun to settle, then my wrist a traveler did slap
When out in Natick there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the earrings, to see what was the matter.
Away to the necklace section I flew like a flash,
Tore open the boxes and pulled off the sash.
I noticed how moon on the chain of the quartz crystal snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a mala style bracelet, with vintage beads that are just deer.
I called a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Pearl! now, Emerald! now, Turquoise and Tourmaline!
On, Crystal,! On, Ruby! , on Sapphire and Citrine!
To the box! And into my bag yall!
Now let’s dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
They meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the 41 Park check out the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of precious metals, and birthstones too.
But I did exclaim, ‘ere we drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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