One-bedroom Jokes

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    'Twas the night before Christmas,
    Yet he slept all alone.
    In a one-bedroom house,
    Made of plaster and stone.
    I had come down the chimney
    With presents to give,
    And to see just what man
    In this small house did live.
    I looked all about,
    What a strange site to see.
    No tinsel, no presents,
    Not even a tree.
    No stockings by the fire,
    Just boots spit shined bright.
    Then something else gleamed,
    Reflecting the moonlight.
    They were medals and badges,
    Awards of all kinds.
    And a sobering thought
    Soon came to my mind.
    For this house was different,
    Unlike any I'd topped.
    This was the home of an officer,
    The home of a cop.
    I'd heard stories about "them",
    And I had to see more.
    So I walked down the hall,
    And pushed open the door.
    And there he lay sleeping,
    Silent and alone.
    Curled up on his bed,
    In this one-bedroom home.
    He seemed so gentle,
    His face weathered more...

    Twas the night before Christmas,
    Yet he slept all alone.
    In a one-bedroom house,
    Made of plaster and stone.
    I had come down the chimney
    With presents to give,
    And to see just what man
    In this small house did live.
    I looked all about,
    What a strange site to see.
    No tinsel, no presents,
    Not even a tree.
    No stockings by the fire,
    Just boots spit shined bright.
    Then something else gleamed,
    Reflecting the moonlight.
    They were medals and badges,
    Awards of all kinds.
    And a sobering thought
    Soon came to my mind.
    For this house was different,
    Unlike any I'd topped.
    This was the home of an officer,
    The home of a cop.
    I'd heard stories about "them",
    And I had to see more.
    So I walked down the hall,
    And pushed open the door.
    And there he lay sleeping,
    Silent and alone.
    Curled up on his bed,
    In this one-bedroom home.
    He seemed so more...

    'Twas the night before Christmas,
    Yet he slept all alone.
    In a one-bedroom house,
    Made of plaster and stone.
    I had come down the chimney
    With presents to give,
    And to see just what man
    In this small house did live.
    I looked all about,
    What a strange site to see.
    No tinsel, no presents,
    Not even a tree.
    No stockings by the fire,
    Just boots spit shined bright.
    Then something else gleamed,
    Reflecting the moonlight.
    They were medals and badges,
    Awards of all kinds.
    And a sobering thought
    Soon came to my mind.
    For this house was different,
    Unlike any I'd topped.
    This was the home of an officer,
    The home of a cop.
    I'd heard stories about "them",
    And I had to see more.
    So I walked down the hall,
    And pushed open the door.
    And there he lay sleeping,
    Silent and alone.
    Curled up on his bed,
    In this one-bedroom home.
    He seemed so more...

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