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Twas The Night Before
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Twas the night before christmas, all through the house
Not a was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the with care,
In hopes st nicholas soon would be there.
The children were all snug 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.
Away to the i flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and up the sash.
The on the breast of the new-fallen snow
the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so and quick,
I knew in a moment it be st nick.
rapid than 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 the wild hurricane 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 on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each hoof.
As i drew in my head, and was around,
Down the st nicholas came with 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 he had flung on his back,
And he looked a peddler, just opening his pack.
His they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a face and a little round belly,
That shook he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And i laughed i saw him, in spite of myself!
A of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon me to know i had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but straight to his work,
And all the stockings, then turned 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 gave a whistle,
And away they all 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!"