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TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE
WRITER CLEMENT MOORE

T'was the before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, --not even a
The were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums 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 the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid 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 dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild fly, When they meet 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 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 and soot;
A bundle of he had flung on his back,
And he like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were roses, his nose like a cherry!
His little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smoke it his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little belly,
shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a jolly 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 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 his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team a whistle,
And away they all flew like the of a thistle.
But I him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."