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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;   The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. . . .  So . . . just what is a “sugar-plum”? When I was a child, I thought it must be the most delicious thing imaginable. I had an idea that a “sugar-plum̶ (...)

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;   The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. . . .  So . . . just what is a “sugar-plum”? When I was a child, I thought it must be the most delicious thing imaginable. I had an idea that a “sugar-plum̶ (...)