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It was the night before Christmas. It was the night before Christmas and all I wanted to scream nothing was stirring but all I could do was dream. I bought naughty lingerie in every hue in hopes that my fantasy would soon come through. My man was on his way home least that's what he said. So visions of romance had dance through my head. But when he arrive straight to bed he went snoring thinking nothing in this and rode over after a silly little kiss. Went out in the lawn their rose such as clutter I jumped out of bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I quickly flew cursing a blue streak when I tripped on his shoe. The moon on the breast of the new falling snow day.