Spy Tugs
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The old wooden tugboat, the *Naughty Tugboat*, was a permanent fixture in the sleepy harbor, its peeling red paint and rusty smokestack a testament to years of hard work. This particular Christmas Eve, however, a thick, magical frost glistened on its rails, transforming the worn vessel into something from a dream. A soft, golden light spilled from its portholes, casting long, dancing reflections upon the inky, placid water of the bay. Inside, the cozy cabin was filled with the rich, comforting scent of spiced cider and freshly baked gingerbread cookies. A miniature fir tree, decorated with tiny, twinkling lights and delicate, hand-carved sea stars, stood proudly in the corner. Wrapped presents in shiny blue and silver paper were neatly stacked beside the warm, humming iron stove, waiting for the morning. The gentle lapping of the waves against the hull created a soothing, rhythmic lullaby that echoed through the quiet night. Up on deck, a jolly figure in a red cap, who was definitely not the harbor master, checked a long list with a satisfied nod. A soft chuckle escaped him as he watched a family of curious seals playfully nudge a brightly wrapped box near the gangplank. It was clear the *Naughty Tugboat* was not just resting, but was the secret, joyful heart of a holiday surprise for everyone by the shore.
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