‘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.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below.
We read the Christmas scriptures and thanked God for all of our blessings.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!