The Night Before Christmas
'Twas the
night before Christmas, when all thro' the house,
Not a
creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The
stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes
that St. Nicholas soon would be there…
As I drew
in my head, and was turning around,
Down the
chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was
dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his
clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot…"
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