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But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
--
A Visit from St. Nicholas (1823).

 

Clement Clarke Moore

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Under the opening eyelids of the morn,
We drove afield; and both together heard
What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,
Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night.

 

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