i-will-call-you-sir: The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. A Visit from Saint Nicholas, Clement Clarke Moore

i-will-call-you-sir: The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. A Visit from Saint Nicholas, Clement Clarke Moore

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I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Santa Claus: Now You Go Home And Write “I Am Very Sorry For What I Did To Frosty” A Hundred Zillion Times. And Then Maybe - Just Maybe, Mind You - You’ll Find Something In Your Stocking Tomorrow Morning. Professor Hinkle:

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Eddie: You Surprised To See Us, Clark? Clark: Oh, Eddie… If I Woke Up Tomorrow With My Head Sewn To The Carpet, I Wouldn’t Be More Surprised Than I Am Now. Christmas Vacation

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: But This… This Sound Wasn’t Sad. Why… This Sound Sounded Glad. Every Who Down In Whoville, The Tall And The Small, Was Singing, Without Any Presents At All! He Hadn’t Stopped Christmas From Coming, It Came! Somehow Or

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