Monday, December 5, 2011

Monday is my Muse 12-5

With Christmas around the corner it only seems natural to have a poem about Christmas.  This is an old one, but one of the best!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' 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;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads,
—Clement Clark Moore

Merry Christmas!!

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