Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Zilean soon would be there;
The yourdles were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
Candy Cane Miss Fortune in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our Q,W,E,R's for a long winter's nap,
And well you can guess the rest :P
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