A CHRISTMAS SLEEPY-HEAD
"To bed, to bed," said Sleepy-Head,
"Each night in all the year,
Except the wondrous Christmas eve;
'Tis then I'd like to hear
The patter of the reindeer hoofs;
The noise within the hall.
I wish to stay up all that night,
Nor go to bed at all!
But, no! they tuck me safely in
And take away the light -
And the very next thing that I see is
My stockings filled up tight!"
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