Dear Santa Claus

'TWAS the night before Christmas, and all through the house,Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In the hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there.The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.' 'TWAS the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In the hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds.