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# Doc's Holiday Message
Doc's iPod
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**Transcript**\
**Doc Gibbons**\
\&#xNAN;*This is a rehearsal of my holiday message. I found the .*
*'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house*\
*Not a creature was stirring, not nary a mouse;*\
*The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,*\
*In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;*\
*The littlest were nestled all snug in their beds,*\
*While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;*\
*And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,*\
*Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,*\
*When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,*\
*I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.*\
*Inside to the window I flew like a flash,*\
*Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.*\
*The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow*\
*Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,*\
*When, what to my wondering head should appear,*\
*But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,*\
*With a little old driver, so lively and quick,*\
*I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.*\
*More jumpy than eagles his coursers they came,*\
*And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;*\
*"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!*\
*On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!*\
*To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!*\
*Now glide away! glide away! glide away all!"*\
*As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,*\
*When they meet with an element, mount to the sky;*\
*So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,*\
*With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.*\
*And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof*\
*The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.*\
*As I drew in my head, and was turning around,*\
*Down the chimney brave Nicholas came with a bound.*\
*He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,*\
*And his clothes were all tarnished with kibbles and soot;*\
*A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,*\
*And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.*\
*His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!*\
*His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!*\
*His droll little mouth was drawn arched like a bow*\
*And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;*\
*The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,*\
*And the smoke it confounded his head like a wreath;*\
*He had a broad face and a little round belly,*\
*That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.*\
*He was chubby and plump, a fat jolly old elf,*\
*And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;*\
*A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,*\
*Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;*\
*He spoke not a word, but dove straight to his work,*\
*And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,*\
*And laying his finger aside of his nose,*\
*And 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 good-night..*
The first thing found on Doc's desk is an old iPod classic. Listening to is reveals an audio recording of his rehearsal for his [holiday message that he shared at Christmas](/leaks/internal-lab-reports/lab-report-archives/report-07-mega-bots-are-coming.md), where he retold the story of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. Unfortunately during his rehearsal he made a number of mistakes and said the wrong word when compared to the original at . 14 mistaken words could be found in total in Doc's rehearsal as highlighted below.
*'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house*\
*Not a creature was stirring, not **nary** a mouse;*\
*The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,*\
*In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;*\
*The **littlest** were nestled all snug in their beds,*\
*While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;*\
*And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,*\
*Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,*\
*When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,*\
*I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.*\
\&#xNAN;***Inside** to the window I flew like a flash,*\
*Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.*\
*The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow*\
*Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,*\
*When, what to my wondering **head** should appear,*\
*But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,*\
*With a little old driver, so lively and quick,*\
*I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.*\
*More **jumpy** than eagles his coursers they came,*\
*And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;*\
*"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!*\
*On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!*\
*To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!*\
*Now **glide** away! **glide** away! **glide** away all!"*\
*As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,*\
*When they meet with an **element**, mount to the sky;*\
*So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,*\
*With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.*\
*And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof*\
*The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.*\
*As I drew in my head, and was turning around,*\
*Down the chimney **brave** Nicholas came with a bound.*\
*He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,*\
*And his clothes were all tarnished with **kibbles** and soot;*\
*A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,*\
*And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.*\
*His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!*\
*His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!*\
*His droll little mouth was drawn **arched** like a bow*\
*And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;*\
*The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,*\
*And the smoke it **confounded** his head like a wreath;*\
*He had a broad face and a little round belly,*\
*That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.*\
*He was chubby and plump, a **fat** jolly old elf,*\
*And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;*\
*A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,*\
*Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;*\
*He spoke not a word, but **dove** straight to his work,*\
*And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,*\
*And laying his finger aside of his nose,*\
*And 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 good-night..*
Collecting both the original word from *poets.org* and the mistaken word Doc says reveals each of the mistaken words begins with the letter A-N. Sorting the words alphabetically and reading the first letters of the original words gives:\
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**USE WORD EARACHE**