The North Pole Lodge No. One ‘Twas the Night before Christmas, and down at the Lodge.
Not a gavel was stirring, and in the hodge-podge. Of aprons and jewels and chairs East and West You could savor the silence, most gladly divest All metal and mineral, it mattered not, Since Christmas was nigh and the coals were still hot. In the hearth of your homeplace, all Masons abed, As visions