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: : 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas

: : by Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863)

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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 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 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 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!" 

: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

: MERRY CHRISTMAS Boss!!  Hope you have a good one!!

: Your Faithful Assistant

: ...JB


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