The Night after Christmas.
’Twas the night after Christmas when all through the house,
Every soul was abed and as still as a mouse,
Those stockings so lately St. Nicholas’ care
We emptied of all that was eatable there,
The darlings had lately been tucked in their beds
With very full stomachs, and pain in their heads.
I was dozing away in my new cotton cap,
And Nancy was rather far gone in a nap,