Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The fire softly crackled, the room warm and bright,
Stockings hung patiently, glowing with light.Snow whispered outside as the moon climbed high,
While dreams drifted gently where children did lie.
Wrapped up in stillness, the world felt just right—
Waiting for magic to arrive with the night.
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