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The Mom Version: Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through our abode,
the only creature stirring was Mom, carrying a load.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
waiting for Mom to fill them with without pulling out her hair.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of the Elf on the Shelf leaving with Santa danced in their heads.
And Dad in his recliner, with the dog in his lap,
was snoring his brains out while taking a nap.

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