'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one-bedroom
house
made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to
give, and to see just who is this home did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents,
not
even a tree.
No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung
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