and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring
(mostly because they were all tired from wrapping presents)
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care (but not until after the fire in the fireplace).
The children were nestled all snug in either their crib or Grampa's lap.
The process was interesting, due to fatigue and excitement.
Tears were shed and tantrums were thrown
But thankfully, we're all safe at home.
...He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
(with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
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