Night After Christmas
'Twas the night AFTER Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except me, like a mouse
I crept into the kitchen
From my snuggle warm bed
While visions of carrot cake
Danced in my head
A nice big slice I put on my plate
With a cup of hot chocolate, I could hardly wait
But with the first bite, a small voice said
"Put that away, and go back to bed"
At first I was frightened
But soon it was clear
'Twas only my conscience
Whispering in my ear
But I put it away
And ran down the hall
Saying,"Thanks" to my conscience
And "Goodnight" to all
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