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'twas the night before christmas
and all thru the house,
I sneak around silently
as quiet as a mouse

I am waiting for christmas morning
Oh boy I can't wait!
For all the good presents
even the socks that I hate

I walk out to the tree
to see the sea of gifts
If I could only open them!
through all of them I would sift

But I open my stocking
full of doo-dads and whatsits
which try to content
the only things I can get on my mitts

So I sneak silently to bed
to wait 'till morning comes
to wake up my parents
To open my giftly sums

This is what we all feel
If you love x-mas
which most of us do
which we do and don't fuss

For when the morning arrives
We all get the same thing
a christmas to be remembered
one that makes us sing!