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Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house, Terry was tipsy and so was the mouse. Son back from the toy store, Tucked tight into bed; Terry just logged back on To writing dot com. And what should appear Before her eyes so red? But a big, fat man, Crash landing on her bed. He filled the stockings With gps galore, and a Playstation three, for The son she adores. She heard him exclaim, As he rode out of sight, "It's beautiful souls like you Who make my night!" Merry Christmas!! This was written for terryjroo for "St. Nicholas Party and Poetry Contest"
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