Toddler's night before Christmas

I wish I had a tape recorder with me tonight when my daughter tried to rewrite Clement Clark Moore's famous Christmas poem:

Me: Twas the night before Christmas when...
Her: When can I say dash away dash away?
Me: Yes you can say that when we come to it.
Me: ...all through the
Me and her (unison): house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse!
Me: The stockings were hung by the chimmney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
Her: Who is Saint Nicholas?
Me: Another name for Santa Claus.
Her: But I don't like Saint Nicholas. I like Santa Claus.
Me: O.K. In hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Her: But, but I don't like sugar-plums!
Me: O.K. Uhhh, hmmm, what do you like?
Her: That, what did we had at the Indian restaurant?
Me: Papadams? O.K. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of papadams danced in their heads.
Her: No, no, no, nooooo! Sugar plumbs!
Me: {continued reading as written until...} Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
Her: And... and... and Rudolf the red nosed Reindeer.
Me: Yes, yes, and rudolf too. Anyway, To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash..."
Her: But I wanted to say dash away?
Me: O.K.
Her: Now dash away, dash away dash away all.
Me: {continue until...} He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly!
Her I, I, I had a bowl of jelly yesterday.
Me: Yes you did. {continue as writen until she was asleep...}

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