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Twas The Night Before
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Twas the night before christmas, when all through the
Not a was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were by the chimney with care,
In hopes that st nicholas would 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 our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
to the window i flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and up the sash.
The on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my eyes 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 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 wild fly,
they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers flew,
With the full of toys, and st nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, i heard on the
The prancing and pawing of each 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 with ashes and soot.
A bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a cherry!
His droll little mouth was up like a bow,
And the beard of his was as white as the snow.
The stump of a he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little belly,
That when 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 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, turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger of his nose,
And a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew the down of a thistle.
But i him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"happy to all, and to all a good-night!"