'Tis the day before Christmas, and all through the house,

The puppies are squeaking an old rubber mouse.

The wreath which had merrily hung on the door,

Is scattered in pieces all over the floor.



The stockings that hung in a neat little row,

Now boasts a hole in each of the toes.

The tree was subjected to bright-eyed whims,

And now, altho...

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