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At night, the house in darkness, the sleepers restless, at the mercy of their dreams, or no dreams at all, sleeplessly wandering the halls like Father Christmas; a sip of whisky's better than cookies and milk, still, it won't work, problem is, under the tree, there's a present with your name on it.
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Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 12:15 AM UTC
Night before Christmas
At night, the house in darkness, the sleepers restless, at the mercy of their dreams, or no dreams at all, sleeplessly wandering the halls like Father Christmas; a sip of whisky's better than cookies and milk, still, it won't work, problem is, under the tree, there's a present with your name on it.
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Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 12:15 AM UTC
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