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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house |
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Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse |
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All the stockings were hung by the chimney with care |
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In the hope that Saint Nicholas soon would be there |
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Then what to my wondering eyes should appear |
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A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer |
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A little old driver so lively and quick |
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I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick |
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And more rapid than eagles, his reindeer all came |
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As he shouted on Dasher and each reindeer's name |
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And so up to the housetop the reindeer soon flew |
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With the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas, too |
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Down the chimney he came with a leap and a bound |
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He was dressed all in fur and his belly was round |
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He spoke not a word but went straight to his work |
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And filled all the stocking then turned with a jerk |
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And laying his finger aside of his nose |
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Then giving a nod up the chimney he rose |
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But I heard him exclaim where he drove out of sight |
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"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night" |
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But I heard him exclaim where he drove out of sight |
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"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night" |
