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'twas the night before christmas, when all thro' the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that st. nicholas soon would be there; the children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads
, and mama in her 'kerchief, and i in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap — when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, i sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. away to the window i flew like a flash, tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. the moon on the...
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