Thursday, December 19, 2013

Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore




































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'T was the Night before Christmas 

WAS 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 St. Nicholas soon would be there ; 

HE children were nestled all snug in their beds, 
While visions of sugar- pi urns danced in their heads; 
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, 
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, 

HEN out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, 
I sprang from the 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. 

HE moon 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, 

ITH 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 name; 


OW, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancerand 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! ' 

S 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 they flew, 
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too. 

XD then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof 
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. 
As I drew in my head, and was turning around, 
Down the chimnev St. Nicholas came with a bound. 

E 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 pedler just opening his pack. 

IS 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; 

HE stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, 
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; 
He had a broad face and a little round belly, 
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. 

E 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; 

E spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, 
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, 
And laying his finger aside of his nose, 
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; 

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E 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, ere he drove out of sight, 
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night. " 

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 https://archive.org/details/twasnightbeforec00moor

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