'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE BOOKISH WONDERLAND,

AND ALL THROUGH THE MANOR,

THE READERS CAME ADORNED,

IN THEIR FINEST SLEEP GLAMOUR.

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the books whispered secrets,

the candles burned bright,

as music and laughter

enchanted the night.

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THE WINE FLOWED LIKE STORIES,

BUT SLEEP COULD AWAIT –

FOR MAGIC AND MISCHIEF,

WERE KEEPING THEM LATE.