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I loved this poem and try to read it every Christmas season. Here is the original text of the poem by Clement C. Moore (SOURCE). I hope you enjoy it too.
’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.…
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