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;
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,
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.
enjoy,
k
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