Twas the Night before Christmas - A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore
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He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, _"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."_ [Illustration] [Illustration] |
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