The elf’s companion was so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the trail The clanking of carabiners as the leading elf quickly prevailed As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Up the 5.7 East Face of the Praying Monk St. Nicholas came in a bound.
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