Durham

T’was the night before Christmas In Durham, you know, Way out on the prairie (Without any snow). Asleep in their cabin Were Tom and Clara Sue, A-dream’ of Christmas Like me and like you. Not stockings, but boots, At the foot of their bed For this was in Durham, What more need be said When all of a sudden From out the still night, There came such a ruckus It gave me a fright! And I saw ‘cross the prairie Like a shot from a gun, A loaded-up buckboard Come on at a run. The driver was “Geein”, And ‘hawin’,…

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