Clement c moore
'Twas the night before christmas, when all through 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.
'Twas the night before christmas, when all through 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.