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The Night Before Christmas
By Clement C. Moore, Margaret Evans Price Dover Publications, Inc.
Copyright © 2009 Dover Publications, Inc.
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ISBN: 978-0-486-11921-2
CHAPTER 1
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS:
'I 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; The children were nestled All snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums Danced through their heads;
While Visions of Sugar-Plums Danced Through Their Heads
And Mamma in her kerchief, And I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a 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 a lustre of mid-day 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 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, Donder 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, 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 fast 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 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.
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