Hello,
Dear ones,
And welcome to tonight's reading.
A poem by Clement Clarke Moore.
T'was the night before Christmas T'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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads And Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap Had just settled down for a long winter's nap When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the 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 to 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 cursers 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 hurricanes fly When they meet with an obstacle,
Mount to the sky So up to the housetop the cursers they flew With the 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 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 twinkle,
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 of 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 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 as he drove out of sight Happy Christmas to all,
And to all a good night
