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Twas The Night Christmas
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Twas the night before christmas, when all through the
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 children were nestled all in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in 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 sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
to the window i flew like a flash,
Tore the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to below.
When, what to my wondering 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 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! away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that the wild hurricane fly,
When meet with an obstacle, mount 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 heard on the
The prancing and of each little hoof.
As i in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney st nicholas came a bound.
He was all in fur, from 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 looked a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll mouth 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 broad face and a little belly,
That shook when he laughed, a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elf,
And i laughed i saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a 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 a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team a whistle,
And away they all flew the down of a thistle.
But i heard him exclaim, he drove out of sight,
"happy to all, and to all a good-night!"