Thu. Sep 29th, 2022



    ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
    In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there

    The children were nestled all snug in their beds
    While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
    Mom in her kerchief and I in my cap
    Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
    I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
    Away to the window I flew with a flash
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash

    The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
    Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below.
    When what to my wondering eyes should appear
    But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer

    With a little old driver so lively and quick
    Well I knew in a moment, it must be st. nick
    More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came
    And he whistled and he shouted and he called them by name

    “On dasher, on dancer, on prancer and vixen
    On comet, on cupid, on donner and blitzen!
    To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall
    Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!”

    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
    When they meet to an obstacle mount to the sky
    So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew
    With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.

    And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

    The prancing, the pawing of each little hoof
    As I drew in my head and was turning around
    Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound

    He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
    And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
    A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
    And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack

    His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
    His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow
    And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow

    The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth
    And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath
    He had a broad face and a little round belly
    That shook when laughed (ho, ho, ho, ho) like a bowl full of jelly (ho, ho, ho, ho)

    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf
    And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself
    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread

    He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
    And filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk
    And laying a finger to the side of his nose
    And giving a nod up the chimney he rose

    He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a whistle
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
    But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
    “Merry Christmas to all and to all. Goodnight



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