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Visit from St Nick

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sacecozum's version from 2016-12-15 17:33

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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 my 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 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
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick
More rapid than eagles his coarsers 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 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 with an obstacle mount to the sky
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys and Saint 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 head and was turning around
Down the chimney Saint 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 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 bowl full 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 a 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 dawn of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.