T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
The fox had already eaten the mouse
It was a tale of woe, it was a tale of despair
The family was away on vacation, leaving poor Ryla's tummy quite bare
It was cold outside, so she snuggled down in a bed
while visions of a full belly danced in her head
Alas it was late, and there was no more to eat
Tomorrow she'd make do with the family's leftover lunchmeat
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter!
Ryla jump from the bed to see what was the matter!
Away to the window she flew in a flash!
Tore open the shutter and threw up the sash!
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the...
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