Not a creature was stirring, not even a SenorHouseMouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nick_Kazama soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And Mana in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,