'Twas
the night before ChristMass, And all through the house, Scarce a creature
was stirring, Not even a mouse. The
children were nestled, All snug in their beds; Sleeping so peacefully,
No care in their heads. The
stockings all lay In the drawers like they should; A fire was burning
Of pine-scented wood. Then
Ma with her Bible And list in her palm, Joined me for prayer And
the 29th Psalm. With
a good night of rest, We'll begin the new day, Just like the others,
In the same usual way. No
rising up early, No gadding about, No headache from hours Of hearing
kids shout. Not
worn out from shopping, Not ready to drop, Not sick from eating
'Til we nearly pop. We'll
have a slow day, Some work and some quiet, No great disappointments,
No holiday riot. We'll
eat very plainly, A nice simple dinner, That won't tempt me sorely
To gorge like a sinner. The
kids will be happy With their dear old toys; No piles of loot,
For my girls and boys. Oh,
victory in Jesus, How sweet 'tis to say, "No ChristMass at our house,
It's just another day!" By
Mary Van Nattan
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