Thursday, December 24, 2009

Twas the Night Before Christmas - Snyder Style


'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 sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma 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 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 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;



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 of his chin was as white as the snow;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

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."


4 comments:

The Marketing Mama said...

So great! Love the pics of your little ones sleeping. :) Merry Christmas to you and your family!

PJ said...

That was neat! I haven't heard or read that story since I was a kid.

PJ

HD said...

OMG I love the front of your house and your doors! Is it a craftsman? Sorry, totally off topic, but I love the architecture!

happygal said...

Thanks...it's actually my parents' home, but I agree, it is lovely.

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