Twas the Night Before Thomas
Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night of his birth
But the little boy Thomas
Was growing much worse
Thomas was sick, and he was not getting better
This sweet little boy
The doctors together
Had brought him one toy
A round little bear
With a smile so bright
It made Thomas not care
He was dying that night
He and the bear snuggled and smiled
The bear and Thomas
What a beautiful child
Twas the night before Christmas
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