Twas the night before Chrimbo and all through the flat,
not a critter was stirring, except some guy in red wearing a hat!
The snow outside was annoyingly deep
Which explains why we probably never heard a peep!
It's been snowing in London. And Christmas time with snow is quite romantic. I can see myself next year, singing away, "I'm dreaming of a whiiiiiiite Christmas, just like the one I had last year..." That does, of course, assume I can talk by then. My current vocabulary is a bit limited to "Mamamamamamamama" and "Dadadadadada" and the occasional "Oi! I ordered a HAMBURGER!"
Oh, and the tree was lit in the living room with care,
with hopes that lots of toys would soon be there!
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