‘Twas the night before Christmas, the house was quiet,
Nothing, even a mouse, made such a riot.
The only sound in the house was the crackling fire,
Its embers dancing was surely great to admire.
I laid in my bed, tonight I was not a dozer,
For my sick feeling stomach would make me barf over and over.
So it continued, hours into the night,
The feeling if I was good or bad giving me fright.
Finally, I found the spot, and I closed my eyes,
After a couple minutes, I fell asleep that night.
All that night, I had many dreams,
That made me think what my fate would be.
Soon, the room was filled with light,
For through my window, the sun shone bright.
I trampled downstairs, and I came to a shock,
For the tree and the presents opened my happiness lock.
All day, I admired the gifts,
That Santa worked so hard for us to get.
Walsh Middle School
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