Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Happy Christmas everyone! We are dreaming of a white Christmas.
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.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And momma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.