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A Visit from St. Nicholas ‘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 children were nestled/ all snug in their beds,/ While visions of sugar-plums / danced in their heads;/ And mamma in her ‘kerchief,/ and I in my cap,/ Had just settled our brains / for a long winter’s nap –/ When out on the lawn/ there arose such a clatter,/ I sprang from my bed/ to see what was the matter./ Away to the window / I flew like a flash,/ To