For the climax is bad,
That they very perceptibly snore.
Rudolph alone of all the crew
Tosses painfully, restlessly,
And his ruddy face is of ashen hue,
For the lights burn blue, -
And I fancy that you
Would have been as thoroughly scared as he,
Especially if, as the clock struck one,
By the aid of a lightning-flash blood-red,
You had seen four phantoms of grizzly bone,
In place of a post,
At each corner a ghost
Grinning and gibbering round your bed.
"Ah, wherefore come ye, terrible shapes!
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