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Seasons Greetings 

'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;
This was a tradition for us on Christmas eve when my mother would read to us from an old worn copy but in today’s world of media and immediate gratification its more likely to be Christmas telly and Facebook (I’m too old for snapchat) but the final line sums up Christmas for me

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

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