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'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. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of
sugarplums danced in their heads; and mamma in her kerchief, and I in my
cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter nap; when out on the
law 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 a luster 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.
More rapid than eagles his courses 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 housetop the coursers they
flew, with the 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
hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, down the chimney St.
Nicholas came with a bound.
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 on 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 bowlfull 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 t his work, and
filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk. 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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