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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled, all snug in their beds, while the visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And Mamma and 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 the luster of midday. Two objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but a miniature sleigh, an eight tiny reindeer with a little old driver. So lively and quick I knew 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 a wall. Now dash away, dash away, dash away, all as dry leaves that before the wind 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 Saint 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, Saint Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in furs 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 a 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 and 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 need to know I had nothing to tread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work and filled all the stockings. Then turned with a jerk and laying a 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 either kids.
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