‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The empty gravity boxes were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that packs of baseball cards soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of superfractors danced in their heads Strasburg in its magnetic holder, a screw down held Shaq Both had been pulled from a few newly busted packs When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I ran downstairs and saw it was the batter Away to the



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