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Twas The Night Before
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Twas the night christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney care,
In hopes that st nicholas soon be there.
The children nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums in their heads.
And in her 'kerchief, and i in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long nap.
When out on the lawn there arose a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see was the matter.
to the window i flew like a flash,
Tore open the and threw up the sash.
The moon on the of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to below.
When, to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a 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 that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and st too.
And then, in a twinkling, i on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each hoof.
As i in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney st nicholas with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished ashes and soot.
A of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked a peddler, just opening his pack.
His they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little belly,
That shook he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right 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 spoke not a word, but went to his work,
And filled all the stockings, turned with a jerk.
And his finger aside of his nose,
And a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And they 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!"