_’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through 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;_ _The children were nestled all snug in their beds_ _While visions of sugar-plums danced through 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 my bed to see what was the matter._ _Away 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 a lustre of midday to object…
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