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While th e moonbeams prattle, I hear a rattle

Of hoofs on th e chimney side;

Then out on th e show I gaze below,

"Hurrah! its Kris Kringle," I cried.

Then, sly as a mouse, h e entered the house,

And hung up his treasures so gay.

Then out with a dash, he sped lik e a flash,

Int o the night, and away.