by Darleen Hayden

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
but alas and alack ‘twas no fire screen there!
A few feet away stood the holiday tree
so majestic, so regal, and as dry as could be . . .
Its lights left glowing, what a sight to behold,
and the wiring beneath was time-worn and old.
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