Twas the night before ChristmasWhen all through the houseNot a creature was spendingNot even a louse The stockings were hungby the chimney with careHoping ...
Are the little ones nesteled all snug in their beds? Are you about to settle down in your kerchief or cap for the long winter's nap? Advertisement.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the yard. Not a creature was stirring; the ground froze too hard. The stockings were hung by the stables ...
And the nearest we own to a fireplace is a smoker. Our stockings were all holey and strewn under the bed, So our old hunting boots hung by the smoker instead.