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Wight After Christmas’ *Twas the night after Christmas, and tall through the town. The nurses were running—some up and some down; The doctor was wanted, for plagueon Old Nick— His visit had made all the little ones sick. His cakes were so nice, awHtis pies were so sweet, That from morning till night they did nothing but eat; Their hearts were all light, and peeped out of their eyes, Their stomachs were tight, and chock full of mince pies! They were merry as larks, had no care for tomorrow, Unmindful that Joy is soon followed by sorrow; The lights were all out, and the blinds were a'l closed; Papa and Mamma in deep slumber res posed. The cat on the hearth rug was licking y-his paws, And seemed to be thinking of old Santa Claus; —-f-r-—- - The fire in the chimney burned cheerful and bright, And the frost on the panes shone like crystals of light. The teakettle, bubbling before the warm blaze, Was singing the dirge of once happier days,
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