Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
\nNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
\nThe stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
\nIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.<\/p>\n
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
\nWhile visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
\nAnd mamma in her \u2018kerchief, and I in my cap,
\nHad just settled our brains for a long winter\u2019s nap.<\/p>\n
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
\nI sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
\nAway to the window I flew like a flash,
\nTore open the shutters and threw up the sash.<\/p>\n
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
\nGave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
\nWhen, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
\nBut a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.<\/p>\n
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
\nI knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
\nMore rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
\nAnd he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!<\/p>\n
“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
\nOn, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
\nTo the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
\nNow dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”<\/p>\n
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
\nWhen they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
\nSo up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
\nWith the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.<\/p>\n
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
\nThe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
\nAs I drew in my head, and was turning around,
\nDown the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.<\/p>\n
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
\nAnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
\nA bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
\nAnd he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.<\/p>\n
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
\nHis cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
\nHis droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
\nAnd the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.<\/p>\n
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
\nAnd the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
\nHe had a broad face and a little round belly,
\nThat shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!<\/p>\n
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
\nAnd I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
\nA wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
\nSoon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.<\/p>\n
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
\nAnd filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
\nAnd laying his finger aside of his nose,
\nAnd giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!<\/p>\n
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
\nAnd away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
\nBut I heard him exclaim, \u2018ere he drove out of sight,
\n“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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