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'Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In 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; And mamma 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 the bed to see what was the
matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore
open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on
the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre 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, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers
they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called
them by name; "Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER
and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER 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 with
an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top
the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys,
and St. Nicholas too.
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 like
a bow, And the beard of 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 he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. 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; then turned with a
jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his
nose,And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He
sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And
away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I
heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
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