Twas The Night Before Christmas

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 St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,


















While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;








From our house to yours: "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night".