Monday, December 24, 2012
Christmas Eve
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through 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.
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When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the matter.
Four deer were enjoying a Christmas Eve repast
just outside the sun room.
One was to the left of these two;
the other to the right.
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with apologies to Clement C. Moore
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with apologies to Clement C. Moore
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# posted by Martha @ 6:19 PM 
