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The Night After Christmas* Note: We have received numerous requests to repeat the following poem—Editor. Twas the night after Christmas, and boy what a house! I felt like the devil, and so did the Spouse. The eggnog and turkey and candy were swell, But ten hours later, they sure gave me hell. The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care, The darn things were sprawled on the back of a chair. The children were nestled all snug in their bed, But I had a large cake of ice on my head. And when I finally dozed off in a nap, { The ice cake woke me up when <t fell in my lap. Then for some unknown reason I wanted a. drink, So I started in feeling my way to
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