A Wooden GO Train and TTC Streetcar From Santa Dystopia

Twas the night before Christmas, in a world draped in gloom,
Santa dwelled at the Pole, where the air bore the fume.
Crumbling and polluted, a desolate sight,
Yet a flicker of hope sparked in the silent night.

Through smog-covered skies, Santa received a plea,
A young boy's small note, a dream to set free.
A wooden train, in a world full of blight,
Amidst decay and ruin, a symbol of light.

In a gas mask and goggles, his workshop he found,
A haven of industry, though the land was unsound.
Wood shavings scattered, as his tools took their flight,
Crafting dreams for a boy in the waning moonlight.

His reindeer, undaunted, through the toxic air flew,
In the dystopian eve, a mission they knew.
Landing on rooftops, where shadows unite,
Santa emerged, masked, in the tainted night.

With a wooden train cradled in arms clad in red,
He stood 'neath the chimney, where hope quietly spread.
"To the resilient spirits, in darkness and light,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.