SoLdIeRs SiLeNt NiGhT**
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 in this dwelling did live.
I looked all around a strange sight to see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings on the mantel, just boots
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