'Twas

the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, (or on the couch)

In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. (He's definitely been here)

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, (cutie)

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. (or visions of gummy-fish)

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, (i wanted to wear my cute apron instead of a kerchief)and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. . . (in our new pajamas. . .)

Good night and a Merry Christmas in the morn.