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"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. "
But on the night before this particular Christmas every creature of the woods that could stir was up and stirring; for over the old snow was falling swiftly, silently, a soft, fresh covering that might mean a hungry Christmas unless the dinner were had before morning.