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The Night Before ChristmasTwas the night Before Christmas, And all through the land, All the people Were rushing With shopping in hand. They were tripping And falling With too much to do, And wrapping And tying And still cooking too. Then all of a sudden At midnight so sweet, There came a loud patter, Of Santa's big feet. As children were dreaming And parents were too, Poor Santa in pain, Rushed to the loo. He'd had too much chocolate And cookies and cake. Poor Santa now had A big belly ache! Joy Weare. 24th December, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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