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| Category: Holidays / Christmas A to C |
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| Poem reads: 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, No roses were frozen, no snow fluttered down. No children in flannels were tucked into bed; They all wore shorty pajamas instead. To find wreaths of holly was not very hard, For holly trees grow in most every yard. In front of the house were Daddy and Mom, Decorating the crotons and coconut palm. The sleeping kiddies were dreaming with glee, Hoping to find water skis under the tree. They knew that Santa was well on his way, In a red and white sports car instead of a sleigh. He whizzed up the highway, and zoomed up the road In a snappy convertible, delivering his load. Pretty soon he arrived and started his work For he hadn't a moment to linger and shirk. As he jumped from the car, he gave a deep chuckle. He was dressed in Bermudas with an Ivy-League buckle. There weren't any chimneys, but that caused no gloom, For Santa came in through the Florida room. Before he departed, he treated himself To a glass of orange juice left on the shelf. He turned with a bounce and leaped into his car Remembering he still had to go very far. Turning the key and lighting the dash, Up I-95 he went with a flash. We heard him exclaim as he went on his way... "Merry Christmas, y'all, I wish I could stay!" |