Not a creature was quiet, save perhaps the mouse.
For there was quite a riot, all through the house.
Three anxious siblings, no longer little criblings.
Laughing and giggling at the good ol' times of yore.
Despite all the ruckus there was heard a snore.
Mom's delicious dinner had Dad done in.
Soon enough we'd laughed ourselves thin.
So quickly to bed before whining begin!
But, wait came the cry I've some wrapping to do!
In the blink of an eye the hustle and bustle had started anew.
One by one the presents appear, now wrapped with Christmas cheer.
To bed, to bed Santa soon will be near.
Tromp, tromp, tromp, heavy feet downstairs go.
Now everything's quiet, everything's in a row.
Tis the night before Christmas, and now now
Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
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