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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 20, 2020 22:01:54 GMT -5
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 21, 2020 9:36:04 GMT -5
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 21, 2020 12:27:28 GMT -5
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 21, 2020 21:29:46 GMT -5
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 21, 2020 21:44:33 GMT -5
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 21, 2020 22:12:36 GMT -5
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 21, 2020 23:20:17 GMT -5
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 22, 2020 8:41:55 GMT -5
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 22, 2020 12:38:22 GMT -5
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 22, 2020 13:00:26 GMT -5
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 22, 2020 13:04:10 GMT -5
Away to the window I flew like a flash
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 22, 2020 13:04:43 GMT -5
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 22, 2020 13:05:30 GMT -5
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 22, 2020 13:08:31 GMT -5
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 22, 2020 13:19:18 GMT -5
When what to my wandering eyes did appear
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