'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town,
Not a creature was stirring, in velvet and gown.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with flair,
In hopes that good fortune would soon be found there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of laughter danced in their heads.
And I in my jester’s cap, with bells that would jingle,
Had just settled down, with my goat, named Kringle.
1/?