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The Night Before Christmas- Clement Moore

'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 St. Nocholas would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
  While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads,
  And Mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
  Had just settled for our long winter's 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.

The moon, on the breast of the new fallen snow,
  Gave luster of mid-day objects below,
  When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
  But a miniature sleigh, with eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
  I new in a moment it must be Saint 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,
  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 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 a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.

And then is 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 chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound

He was dressed in fur from his head to his foot,
  And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
  His droll little mouth was drawn like a bow.
  And the beard on his chin was white as the snow.
  The stump of his pipe he held in his teeth,
  And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
  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.

He had a broad face and a little round 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.
 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 as he drove out of sight
 "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night"

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