Generally attributed to Clement Clark Moore 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 hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads: And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,--- When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter...

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