“Call me old-fashioned," he said, shaking his head. "But to me it isn't really Christmas without visions of sugarplums dancing through your head." Sally startled. "What did you just say?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse. Visions, sugarplums, dancing! How did he know? "Oh. It's from a famous Christmas poem," the man explained. "Surely you've heard of it.” VisionsSallyNight Before ChristmasSugar Plums Book:Sally's Lament Source: Sally's Lament