MY XMAS POEM
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE XMAS
AND ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE
NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING
NOT EVEN THIS PRETTY MOUSE.
HER STOCKINGS WERE HUNG
BY THE CHIMNEY WITH CARE
IN HOPES THAT HER ST NICK
WOULD SOON BE THERE.
SHE WENT TO HER BED
AND WHAT DID SHE SEE?
ST NICK AND RUDOLOPH
WAITING IN BED FOR ME.
SHE SPRANG TO THE BED
TO SEE WHAT WOULD APPEAR
EIGHT MORE TINY REINDEER
IN THE BED FOR ME.
WITH SANTA SO LIVELY AND QUICK
THANK GOODNESS FOR RUDOLPH
AND THOSE EIGHT TINY REINDEER.
OH DANCER OH PRANCER
OH VIXEN
OH COMET OH CUPID OH DONNER AND BLITZEN.
WITH XMAS CHEER
I LET OUT A YELL
THANK GOD FOR SANTA
AND ALL HIS REINDEER.
MERRY XMAS...
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