For Sushila and next Christmas – R.J.
’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.
’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.
’Twas the night
before Christmas,

Not a creature was stirring,

by the chimney with care,
soon would be there.