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TWAS THE NIGHT CHRISTMAS
WRITER CLARK MOORE

T'was 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 that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of 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 in a moment it must be St. Nick. More 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, DONDER 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 hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers flew,
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 chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
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 cheeks like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the
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,
shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I when 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 went to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned a jerk,
And laying his finger 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, ere he out of sight,
"HAPPY TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."