'TWAS the night after Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring—excepting a mouse.
The stockings were flung in haste over the chair,
For hopes of St. Nicholas were no ... [+]

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When the frosty days are here,
In the autumn of the year,
And the woods are golden brown
instead of green,
Then we hear the goblins say,
Time to have our holiday,
Time to celebrate the ... [+]