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Twas the night before christmas

and all through the house, i could hear

strange noises,but it werent no mouse!



It may be old saint nick up on the roof

and the noise i heard was from the reindeer 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,and a bike for me

why it was almost magic the way they appeared under the tree.



But then he stopped and drank the milk and ate the cookie

left by you and me,and then he looked all around as if he knew

and then out the door he flew.



Saying merry christmas to me and you

Then he jumped up on his sled,and away he flew...