THE FURRIES WERE WORKING ON MAKING IT GLEAM. THEY TRIMMED THEIR TREE, HUNG THEIR MISTLETOE, AND YOU WOULDN'T MIND RECEIVING A KISS, NO? IT WAS ALMOST TIME, THEY'D WAITED ALL YEAR, FOR TOMORROW, THEY SAID, CHRISTMAS WILL BE HERE! TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, AND ALL THROUGH THE STREAM,
