The Times - Serving Waitsburg, Dayton and the Touchet Valley

'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,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon

would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in

their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums

danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I

in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long

winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose

such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what

was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a

flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up

the sash.

The moo...