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Twas The Before Christmas
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Twas the before christmas, when all through the house
Not a was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were by the chimney with care,
In hopes st nicholas soon would be there.
The children nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of danced in their heads.
And in her 'kerchief, and i in my cap,
Had just our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the there arose such a clatter,
I from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the i flew like a flash,
open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the of the new-fallen snow
the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it be st nick.
More than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and them 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! dash all!"
As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, to the sky.
So up to the the coursers they flew,
the sleigh full of toys, and st nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, i on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each hoof.
As i drew in my head, and was around,
Down the chimney st nicholas came a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his to his foot,
And his clothes were all with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had on his back,
And he like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His they 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 tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his like 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 laughed when i saw him, in of myself!
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to i had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, turned with a jerk.
And his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team a whistle,
And they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But i heard him exclaim, 'ere he out of sight,
"happy to all, and to all a good-night!"