‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house 

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; 

(I claim this quilt as my own. The intended recipient can NOT have it. I can NOT hear anyone telling me otherwise, because I have turned my back on the ceaseless noise about moving. Therefore, they no longer see me on the quilt and I win it!)

 
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

(I wish I knew what my name looked like. But since I don’t, I will claim ALL of this as my own!)

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 down for a long winter’s nap—

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."