Tuesday, December 20, 2011

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'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 Mama 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 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 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 housetop 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!   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 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
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!"
Originally written by Clement Moore in 1822, a New Yorker.

6 comments:

Sue Allalemdjian said...

That was wonderful, Lori. What a lot of work! Thank you. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas, and good health and happiness in the new year. Love, Sue A

JC said...

Wow ... that was VERY entertaining. Must have taken you a long time to put that all together.

Enjoy your Holidays,

JC ^,,^

lisa hermanson said...

Happy Holidays Lori - and thanks for the tour of the Jarvis Christmas House!

elizabeth said...

Sper cute, Lori!
MERRY MERRY!

Webers said...

What a terrific holiday blog! The house looks great and your decorations are unique.

Lona said...

Wonderful Lori. Your home looks so festive.
Merry Christmas to you and yours and a New Year of Blessings.