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A Christmas mom slowly up the Last is Creeping I wake — ok, me! fww nicely I’ve 6een steeping And lazily l turn aruf strive to wrap My senses in a fast sweet morning nap But (ike the oftime quoted mice and men I find I ’(l have to (ay my ptans again. For from the room o’erhead breaks on my ear Sucft chattering and (aughter sweet and clear Like warbhng of summer birds at dawn, a fluttering welcome of the coming mom Then pit-a-pat upon tfie nursery floor The helter-skelter downstairs to my door Little white feet are hurrying. Five (ittle stockings hung overnight Five sweet, shrill voices, eager with delight Make aXT tfie air with merry (aughter ring At each discovery of some goody thing. On the wide hearth, blazing is the Christmas (og, On tfie sideboard, foaming, is the rich eggnog. . In the crowded pantry Mother's set away The richest frosted pCum cake to be cut today And the great gobbler, monarch of the year Through murder ' fowl’ ’ helps on our merry cfieer. Hark! from the parlor, clear and sweet The music of the fiddle, happy feet Chase tfirougfi old measures Winged time. Nor’ weary till tfie midnight chime. And so we farewell Christmas and Christmas cheer And set our fiearts upon tfie coming Tear.
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