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Gave a lustre of midday           And then, in a twinkling,
            Senior                                 When what to my wondering           The prancing and pawing
                                                        to objects below,
                                                                                         I heard on the roof,

               Spot                                 But a miniature sleigh and         As I drew in my head, and
                                                                                          of each little hoof.
                                                        eyes did appear,
                                                      eight tiny rein-deer,              was turning around,
                                                     With a little old driver
              Senior Moments                           so lively and quick,

                   by Mary Moran                     I knew in a moment he
                                                        must be St. Nick.
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                                                    More rapid than eagles his
                                                      coursers they came,
            It’s been a rough year on so many levels
                                                  And he whistled, and shouted,
            for so many people that I just can’t bring
                                                    and called them by name:
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            So settle back with a cup of cocoa and   “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!
            take a walk down memory lane with this   now Prancer and Vixen!                ĂŝůLJ  ĐƟǀŝƟĞƐ
            sweet old poem!                                                                 RN on Call
                                                    On, Comet! on, Cupid! on,           ,ŽŵĞ  ŽŽŬĞĚ DĞĂůƐ͕
                                                      Donner and Blitzen!
                 A Visit from St. Nicholas                                              ^ŶĂĐŬƐ Θ  ĞǀĞƌĂŐĞƐ
                                                    To the top of the porch! to       >ĂƵŶĚƌLJ Θ ,ŽƵƐĞŬĞĞƉŝŶŐ
                by Clement Clarke Moore
                                                       the top of the wall!             >ŝĐĞŶƐĞĚ ƚŽ WƌŽǀŝĚĞ
              ‘Twas the night before Christmas,                                          ĂƌĞ ĨŽƌ >ĞǀĞůƐ ϭ͕Ϯ͕ϯ
                                                      Now dash away! dash
                when all through the house,                                                DĞŵŽƌLJ  ĂƌĞ
                                                      away! dash away all!”
                 Not a creature was stirring,        As leaves that before the     ^ƉĞĐŝĂů  ŝĞƚ Θ  ŝŶŝŶŐ  ƐƐŝƐƚĂŶĐĞ
                    not even a mouse;                  wild hurricane fl y,         WŽƐƚͲƌĞŚĂďŝůŝƚĂƟŽŶ WĂƌƚŶĞƌƐŚŝƉƐ
                                                                                     ǁŝƚŚ  ŽĐƚŽƌƐ ĂŶĚ dŚĞƌĂƉŝƐƚƐ
                The stockings were hung by          When they meet with an               ĂŶĚ ŵƵĐŚ ŵŽƌĞ͘͘͘

                  the chimney with care,            obstacle, mount to the sky;
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                 In hopes that St. Nicholas         So up to the housetop the
                   soon would be there;                coursers they fl ew,               Arcadia of Denton
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                 The children were nestled                                             (Formerly Gables at Caroline)
                                                   With the sleigh full of toys,
                   all snug in their beds,
                                                     and St. Nicholas too—         Come Home to Arcadia
                While visions of sugar-plums
                   danced in their heads;
                And mamma in her ‘kerchief,                  TURNING 65?
                     and I in my cap,
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                When out on the lawn there
                    arose such a clatter,
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