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The Night Just Before Christmas
Scott Souza, Christmas Eve, 2011

'Twas the night just before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a computer was working, not even the mouse;

The stockings were drying on the line in the basement;
And a cold wind was blowing in from the casement;

Out in the gloom there came a great thunder;
Then flashed through my brain a sense of great wonder.

Forty degrees and pellets of ice!
The ground in the gloom seemed dancing with lice.

I threw in bananas. I threw in some cherries.
I covered the sidewalk with chocolate and berries.

I'll be eating from now till tomorrow at noon.
Come by when you read this, and I'll lend you a spoon.

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