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Twas The Night Before
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the night before christmas, when all through the house
Not a was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney care,
In hopes that st nicholas would be there.
The children were all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums in their heads.
And in her 'kerchief, and i in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long nap.
When out on the lawn there arose a clatter,
I sprang the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window i like a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
Gave the of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and tinny reindeer.
With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it be st nick.
More rapid than his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called by name!
"now dasher! now, dancer! now, and vixen!
On, comet! on, cupid! on, on and blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, to the sky.
So up to the the coursers they flew,
With the full of toys, and st nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, i heard on the
The prancing and pawing of little hoof.
As i in my head, and was turning around,
Down the st nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, opening his pack.
His they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll little was drawn up like a bow,
And the of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath.
He had a broad and a little round belly,
shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right old elf,
And i when i saw him, in spite of myself!
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon me to know i had nothing to dread.
He not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then with a jerk.
And his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose!
He to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all like the down of a thistle.
But i him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"happy to all, and to all a good-night!"