Twas the night before Christmas … I in my cap, had just settled down for a long winter’s nap, when down in the cellar their arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the basement I flew like a flash, tore open the furnace and there in the ash was a little old survivor, so chubby and thick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Twas the night before Christmas … I in my cap, had just settled down for a long winter’s nap, when down in the cellar their arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the basement I flew like a flash, tore open the furnace and there in the ash was a little old survivor, so chubby and thick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.