Friday, December 12, 2014

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
I knew in that moment it must be St. Nick.

May the Joy of Christmas be all through your house this holiday season.



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