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'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 Pa in his cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Pa sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window he 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 mid-day to objects below. When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a magnificent sleigh, and eight flying reindeer.
With a jolly old driver, so lively and quick, Pa knew in a moment it must be St Nick.More rapid than eagles my coursers they came, And I 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 dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top my coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and Yours Truly, too.