'Twas the night before Christmas
His eyes!
How they twinkled His dimples! How merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like
a cherry;
His droll little mouth, was drawn up like
a bow,
And the beard on his chin, was as white
as the snow;
A stump of a pipe, he had clenched in his
teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like
a wreath; 

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