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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring. Not even a mouse.
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The stockings were hung by the chimeny with care. In hopes that Saint Nick would soon be there.
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| I was supposed to have stockings ready? | |
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The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled in for a long winters nap.
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| All I see in my head is the tainted toys from China. | |
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