Twas the night before Christmas, shoppers ran in a hurry.
But no snow had fallen, not even a flurry.
My father worked at the computer with care
In hopes that the morning soon would be there.
The kids sat - plopped - down in front of the TV
As tired, and as silent, and as bored as could be.
And with piles of presents I still had to wrap,
I sighed and awaited my long winter's nap.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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