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Twas The Night Christmas
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Twas the night christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney care,
In hopes that st nicholas soon be there.
The children were nestled all snug in beds,
visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And in her 'kerchief, and i in my cap,
Had settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
Away to the window i flew a flash,
Tore open the shutters and up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so and quick,
I knew in a it must be st nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers 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 dash away! dash away! away all!"
As dry leaves that the wild hurricane fly,
When they with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the sleigh of toys, and st nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, i on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each hoof.
As i in my head, and was turning around,
the chimney st nicholas came with a bound.
He was all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all with ashes and soot.
A bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he looked a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his like a cherry!
His droll little was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head a wreath.
He had a broad face and a round belly,
That shook 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 wink of his eye and a of his head,
Soon gave me to know i had to dread.
He spoke not a word, but straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose!
He to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And they all flew 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!"