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Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the Inn,
Not a creature was stirring,
Except little Ben.
A trav'ler had told him
Of a beautiful sight ~
A manger, a mother,
A babe born that night.
The story had touched him,
Sunk deep in his heart,
And he thought of it, pondered it,
Savored each part.
The trav'ler had told of
A very great star,
And wise men had seen it
From countries afar.
And shepherds abiding that night
With their sheep,
Had heard angels tell
Of the new babe asleep.
All had followed the star
To the manger of hay,
And shepherds and wise men
Had knelt down to pray.
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