‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…except for Mommy clicking the mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, not actually sleeping, but calling for “Mommmmmmy” instead…
Yeah. Don’t they get that Santa won’t come until everyone is sleeping???
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