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subscribe twas the night before
Christmas
twas the night before Christmas when all
through the house not a creature was
stirring not even a mouse
the stockings were hung by the chimney
with care in hopes that Saint Nicholas
soon would be there
the children were nestled all snug in
their beds while visions of sugarplums
danced in their heads
and I in my kerchief and power in his
cap had just settled down for a long
winters nap when out on the lawn there
arose such a clatter I sprang from my
bed to see what was the matter away to
the window I flew like a flash tore open
the shutters and threw up the sash a
moon on the breast of the new-fallen
snow gave the lustre of midday 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 for
rapid than Eagles his coursers they came
as he whistled and shouted and called
him by name now Dasher now dancer now
Prancer now vixen on comet on Cupid on
Donner 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 before the wild Hurricane Fly
when they meet with an obstacle mount to
the sky so up to the housetop the
coursers they flew with a 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 whoo
as I drew in my head and was turning
around down the chimney st. Nicholas
came with a bomb
he was dressed all in fur from his head
to his foot and his clothes were all
tarnished with ashes and soot a bundle
of toys he had flung on his back and he
looked like a peddler just opening his
pack his eyes how they twinkled his
dimples how merry his cheeks were like
roses his nose like a cherry
his droll little mouth was drawn up like
a bow and the beard of his chin was as
white as the snow the stump of his pipe
he held tight and his teeth and the
smoke it encircled his head like a
wreath he had a broad face and a round
little belly that shook when he laughed
like a bowl full of jelly
he was chubby and plump a right jolly
old elf and I laughed when I saw him in
spite of myself a wink of his eye and a
twist of his head soon gave me to know I
had nothing to dread he spoke not a word
but went straight to his work and filled
all the stockings then turned with a
jerk and laying a finger aside of his
nose and giving a nod up the chimney he
rose he sprang to his sleigh to his team
gave a whistle and away they all flew
like the down of a thistle but I heard
him exclaim as he drove out of sight
happy Christmas to all and to all a good
night
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