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Twas The Night Before ChristmasTwas the night before Christmas all was silent and bliss, The miseltoe hung lonely waiting for someone to kiss, The spiced candles burnt away faded into the night, Shadows danced on the walls giving one a delight. Waiting on Santa to bring his gifts of joy, To every waiting girl and boy, Twas the night before Christmas all was silent and bliss, Lean over here darlin' and give me a kiss. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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