Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before christmas

and all through the house, i could hear

strange noises,but it weren`t no mouse.



It may be old saint nick, up on the roof,

and the noise being made by a reindeer`s hoof.



I could hear him laugh, as he slid down the chimney,

with a bag of gifts,and they was a plenty.

a doll for you,a bike for me,it was almost magic

the way they appeared under the tree.



But then he stopped, and drank the milk and ate

the cookies left by you,and me.then he looked all around

as if he knew.and out the door he flew ,saying

merry christmas to me and you.



Then he jumped up on the sled

and away he flew...


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