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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 ripping and tied to a chair, Sat poor St. Nicholas, who had abbandoned his cheer.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief and pa in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
But out in the sitting room was the eldest son, despaired, he stood before St. Nick with a long, cold stare.
"You have made up a holiday and stolen into my home" "And now you must face the wrath of Steve, Bobby and I, Gerome" With that out sprang two other young people Glaring at St.Nicholas with looks that spelled "evil"
"You dress up in red and bring toys for children" "Yet we know not who you are, or where you have been." "So there shall be no milk and cookies tonight for you, villain." And thus St.Nick regretted his decission; of breaking into this house on the night before Christmas.