'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the keep, There lay a great lord, so sound in his sleep. The fire was lit, smoke filling the air, In hope that St Nicholas would soon be there. The knights and the townsfolk all snug in their beds, While visions of venison danced in their heads. Lord_Chris with the horses, and I with my cats, Had just settled the falcons, to keep out the rats. When out in the town there was such a clatter, The Lord sprang from his bed to see what was the mat
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