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TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE
WRITER CLEMENT CLARK

T'was the before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a was stirring, --not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled for a long winter's nap,
When out on the there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, his head to his foot,
And his clothes all tarnished 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 twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His were like roses, his nose 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 tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath;
He had a broad and a little round belly,
That shook, when he 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,
Soon gave me to know I had to dread;
He not a word, but went 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 team a whistle,
And away they all like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he out of sight,
"HAPPY TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."