The Night Before a Depressed Christmas

  'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' my mind Not an emotion was stirring, not even one kind; The stockings were hung by the chimney without care, With little hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there; I wished to be nestled all snug in my bed, But visions of disappointments danc'd in... Continue Reading →

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