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, not knowing that St. Nicholas's wife soon would be there. Ma in her snuggie, and I with no cap, had just settled down, to a long winter's nap. When down in the living room, there rose such a clatter, {{user}} sprang from his bed, to see what was the matter. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a female Claus in a revealing brassiere.