Twas The Night Before Christmas

chimney with care. In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. When out on the lawn there were rolls such a clatter, I sprang for my bed to see what was the matter.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh. And a tiny ring deer. With a little old driver so lightly and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Lawrence Welp.

Thank you so very much for the very nice welcome fall of the champagne music makers. He whistled and shouted, and called them by name. Now, Edward G. Robinson, Von Monroe, Rosemary Clooney, Fred Sullivan, Arne, Judas LaRosa, Matt King Cole, JP Morgan. Boris Carla. So up to the rooftops, his horses they flew.

For the slave of... Mendelssohn, bronze, Beethoven. And Lawrence Wilk too. Hank is a very much for the very nice welcome fall of the champagne music makers. As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bow.

He was dressed in... And all wool-worsted for only $34.95. He had a broad face and a little brown belly that shook when he laughed like a bull Full of jelly he spoke not a word But when straight to his work he filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk He sprang to his slave

To his team gave a whistle Way they all flew like the Donald Othistle and I heard him exclaim air. He drove out of sight Thank you so much for the very nice welcome fall of the champagne music makers.