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Twas The Night Christmas
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Twas the night before christmas, all through the house
Not a was stirring, not even a mouse.
The were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes st nicholas soon would be there.
The were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of danced in their heads.
And in her 'kerchief, and i in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a winter's nap.
out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
Away to the window i flew a flash,
open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The on the breast of the new-fallen snow
the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I in a moment it must 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 wild fly,
When they with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh of toys, and st nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, i on the roof
The and pawing of each little hoof.
As i drew in my head, and was 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 with and soot.
A of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just his pack.
His they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were roses, his nose like 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 held in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath.
He had a face and a little round belly,
That when 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,
gave me to know i had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went to his work,
And all the stockings, then 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 away they all flew like the of a thistle.
But i heard him exclaim, 'ere he out of sight,
"happy to all, and to all a good-night!"