T'was the night before Christmas quiet all around,
not a creature was stirring except at J.D.'s
The Waters of the bay were still,
but snow decorated the hill.
If it weren't for the lights it would look like a ghost town,
but here and there, a drink went down.
A white Christmas is not to be,
unless you look yonder at the snow covered tree.
Merry Christmas, Y'all
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