Tuesday, December 24, 2013

'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 chimey 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 mama 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.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, 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 head 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 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,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"


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  1. it has been awhile since I read that one. The Santas look good.

  2. And we have the same blog title today. I wonder how many bloggers are using that for a title today...

  3. Best Wishes to you for a glorious and joyous Christmas.

  4. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and your family!

  5. Nice photo, and words.
    Merry Christmas, ahem, I mean Happy Holydays!

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  7. Merry Christmas, Chief and Chieftess

  8. Love the wise men, Merry Christmas!

  9. I love the Wise Men! I wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas!

  10. Merry Christmas to all my blogger friends!!!

  11. Our Christmas eve was made quite spectacular with 3-inches of softly falling snow. Didn't mind a bit!!