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Twas the night before Christmas,
and all 'round the farm.
there were creatures a stirrin'
specially in the barn.
The oat bin was locked
with a special padlock,
in case Santa thought he'd get free oats..
for his reindeer, not.
The horses were bedded,
tucked in for the night,
with plenty of straw
to keep their coats right.
The barn was warm,
like a good barn should be,
and the horses somewhat restless,
oh, me!
When all of a sudden,
I heard a strange noise...
It couldn't be Justin escaping...
not the boys!
I peered out the window,
myopic, I think,
it seemed there were eight tiny reindeer
at the trough, taking a drink.
A fat guy in a red suit was hanging around,
he stood by the barn door,
not making a sound,
I waited a minute then heard a loud thunk,
he reeled toward a sled...
(I think he was drunk!)
Then I heard him call softly to the eight tiny deers,
"Lets get going you guys we ain't got all year!"
And then a voice trailing off into the night,
Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night!
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