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| It was the night before Christmas And all through the house Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse (or a squirrel!) |
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| I was in my cushy bed |
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| And Francesca in hers |
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| When all of a sudden I heard such clatter I rose to see what was the matter And what to my eyes did appear? A miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer! |
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| Santa was making his rounds To see all the good animals And in his sleigh was something for us hounds! |
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| He left us two presents in our home One for me and one for Francesca Christmas morning we'll find out Whether it's toys, treats or a bone |
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| So back to bed goes the hound Dreaming of Christmas morn There is such joy in our home Where love and treats abound |
Love, Cinnamon and Francesca
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