'Twas The Night Before Christmas

But the night before Christmas went 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 they niggles soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snuggled in beds. Parvizion of sugarplums, dancing in the head, then mama in the curchy, and I and I capped, and just settled on for a long winter's nap. But out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter,

For a week to the window I flew like a flash, Poured open the shutters and threw up the sand. For what? Do my wondering I should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

Swear the little old driver so lively and quick. I know in a moment it must be St. Nick Moore, rapper and eagle. His horse is a king, And he was surrounded out in any corner by an ex.

Now that's an out-dance, an out-dance, an out-dance, A man's big, I'm dumb, and I use a lot better And listen, to the top of the floor, Shoot the top of the wall, Now that's the way, that's way off.

So up to the how-tops the corsets flew with a sleek full of toys and seats next to a suit. And then on a sleek, sleek, I heard on the roof, that the trance again, tawing up each little hook.

That's the two ends, my head. We're turning on the rounds down to give him the same kick. He was a battle. He dressed on a fur from his head to his butt. Close raw covered with ashes and so forth.