Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The hopeful were dreaming of spreading good cheer,
In hopes that their blessings soon would be there;
All were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of freedom danced in their heads.
In hopes that their blessings soon would be there;
All were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of freedom danced in their heads.
When out on the porch there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
And there stood the marshall with packages at last.
He smiled as he asked for the signature please
and then rushed away to bring others this peace,
And away they went to bring more joys and cheer.
Shhhhhhh, can you feel it? Can you sense it? It's coming!!
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