'Twas the Night Before Christmas (A Visit from St. Nicholas) by Clement Clarke Moore Twas the night www.appleseeds.org www.nightbeforechristmas.biz before Christmas, when all the house not a creature was moving, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were all comfortably situated in their beds, while visions of confetti danced in their heads. And Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap had just settledOpen for a winter's night long nap. If you stood on the lawn like a noise, I jumped out of bed to see what was happening. Via the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw the belt. The moon on the breast of snow Gave the luster of midday to objects under the sun. When what to my wondering eyes appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment must be St. Nick. Fastereagles his horses came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name! "Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, on Donner and Blitzen! At the top of the porch! On top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all! "As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they hit an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top anger that flew with the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas. And then, in a...
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