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Twas The Night Christmas
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Twas the night before christmas, when all through the
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse.
The stockings were by the chimney with care,
In hopes that st nicholas soon be there.
The children were nestled all in their beds,
While visions of danced in their heads.
And in her 'kerchief, and i in my cap,
Had just settled our for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
I sprang the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window i flew a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the snow
the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my eyes should appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I in a moment 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! away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
When they meet an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and st too.
And then, in a twinkling, i heard on the
The prancing and of each little hoof.
As i drew in my head, and was around,
Down the chimney st nicholas with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with and soot.
A bundle of toys he had on his back,
And he like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up a bow,
And the of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his like a wreath.
He had a face and a little round belly,
shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And i laughed i saw him, in spite of myself!
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to i had nothing to dread.
He not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned a jerk.
And laying his finger of his nose,
And a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team a whistle,
And away all flew like the down of a thistle.
But i heard him exclaim, he drove out of sight,
"happy to all, and to all a good-night!"