…when out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver,
so lively and quick;
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Happy Christmas to all.
and to all a good night.
~:~ The End ~:~