‘Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
Someone had been creeping, some thieving louse.
He'd nicked all the gifts from under the tree,
Leaving only the memory of Christmas for me.
The turkey got lifted; the mince-pies had gone,
The crackers were shifted, the nuts, every one.

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