'Twas the Night Before Christmas

A Visit from Saint Nicholasby Clement Clarke Moore’T was the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of tuna flakes danced in their heads;And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap