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‘Twas the night before Christmas
when all through (FAMILY NAME HERE)
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;
The (add your children's names here) were nestled
all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in
And mamma in her ëkerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winterís nap,
When 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.
The moon on the breast
of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes
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 rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
now,dasher! now, dancer!
now, prancer and vixen!
To the top of the porch!
to the top of the wall!
NOW DASH AWAY!
DASH AWAY ALL!î
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples
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 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
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 his 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, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT
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