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Twas the night before Christmas

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.


Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.


Then 27 burnt sausages jumped out of the bin and rubbed grease into the wallpaper and a brand new settee.



I use this short poem with kids as a test of social maturity to find out if they laugh or not. Experience has revealed that kids with AS are more likely to find it amusing than NT kids do.

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