'Twas the night before Chistmas,
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.
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixon!
On, Comet! on Cupid!, on Donder and Blitzen!
12 degrees this morning with a strong wind. The whole neighborhood went back to bed!
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