SINGING CHRISTMAS CAROLS, EATING PUMPKIN PIE,WORMING TOES BY THE FIRE,SEEING A TWINKLE IN YOUR EYE, OH COME ALL YE FAITHFUL, BELLS ON TOP TAIL RING, THE YULE TIDE SING,DECK THE HALLS,HERE THE JINGLE BELLS, AWAY IN THE MAINGER? OH LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLAHAM, ON A OH HOLY NIGHT. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT. MR.CLAUS
TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND OUT IN THE COLD,
WAS A MAN SHOVELING SNOW ,AND HE LOOKED VERY OLD. HE SHOVELED AND SHOVELED , AND SHOVELED THE SNOW, TELL THE DRIVEWAY WAS FINISHED POOR MAN THAT WAS OLD. THEY SAY THERES MORE COMMING THE OLD MAN RUBBED HIS HEAD, SWEATING PROFUSLEY WISHING HE WERE INSIDE ENSTEAD. HIS SHOVEL GREW HEAVY IN THE HANDS OF THE OLD MAN, HE PUSHED AND HE PUSHED THINKING IF ONLY, HIS BLOWER RAN, KNOW TIME TO THINK , JUST CLEAN UP THE SNOW, SO FASTER AND FASTER THE OLD MAN WOULD GO. THE END OF THE DRIVEWAY SOON WOULD APEAR, AS THE WIND IN HIS EYES MADE HIM SHED A BIG TEAR, OUT IN THE COLD ,THIS WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS, SHOVELING HIS DRIVEWAY , NOT A STROKE HE DID MISS. WHEN HE WAS FINISHED AND TURNED BACK JUST TO SEE, , HIS WORK WAS FOR NOTHING ,HOW CAN IT BE, THE DRIVE WAY WAS FILLED, WITH NEW SNOW UP TO HIS KNEE. SO HE STARTED BACK OVER IT WOULD TAKE HIM ALL NIGHT, A WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS ,ON A COLD WINTERS NIGHT.
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