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the sink. I grot along fine ‘till I stepped on the cat, I don’t recall just what occurred after that. When I came to, the house was all flooded with light, Although under the table, I’m as high as a kite. While visions of sugar plums danced in my head, I somehow got up and then back into bed. Then what to my wandering mind should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. The sleigh seemed to change to a red fire truck And each reindeer turned into a bleary-eyed buck. I knew in a moment it must be old Nick, And I tried to cry out but my tongue was too thick. Then the old devil whistled and shouted with glee While the bucks pawed the earth and looked daggers at me. Then he called them by name, and the names made me shudder When I heard them I felt like a ship minus rudder. Now Egg-Nog, Bacardi, Four Roses, and Brandy, Now Fruit Cake, Cold Turkey, Gin Hickey, and Candy! To the tip of his dome, to the top of his skull, Now whack away, crack away, with thumps that are dull. Then in a twinkling I felt on my roof
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