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| 'Twas the night before Christmas |
| And all through the house |
| Not a creature was stirring |
| Except one miserable louse. |
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| The stores were al closed |
| Christmas shoppers all done |
| But this one poor fellow |
| Who had never begun. |
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| He'd meant to go shopping |
| Each day he planned to start |
| To buy gifts for the lady |
| Who had captured his heart. |
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| Oh, what a miserable |
| Creature was he |
| As he paced back and forth |
| Past the Christmas tree. |
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| There were gaily wrapped presents |
| From all in the house |
| Except - yes, you guessed it |
| Except from the louse. |
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| But the stores get so crowded |
| The clerks are so busy |
| And all the confusion |
| Just makes him quite dizzy. |
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| If he just knew of someone |
| Who'd make some suggestions |
| And not nag him and ask him |
| Embarrassing questions. |
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| Won't someone please help him |
| His shopping to do? |
| Yes, we've found the answer |
| We'll even tell YOU! |
