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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. |
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when 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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there.The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. |  |
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