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    Default T'was the night before christmas

    I remember this as a child, i thought it was magical

    THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
    by Clement Clarke Moore
    or Henry Livingston



    '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 dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

    With the sleigh full of toys, and St. 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 hand, 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;

    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 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 bowlful 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, ere he drove out of sight,

    "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

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    I read this to my daughter each christmas eve and she loved it. I started to read it out now and she went "mum why are you reading that"? oh well
    they grow up so fast
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    ~*~Believe In The Magic Of Your Dreams~*~
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    Oh my goodness Tuggs. I was googling for a Christmassy Signature earlier and nearly used the first few lines of this. I love it too!

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    This is so odd as tonight I learnt with Carol Thatcher reading on a TV Show that is How Father Xmas came about as a jolly red clothed figure with a long beard a very special poem and a very good explantion
    Twas the night before Christmas so special Poem
    Its nice to be nice

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    Default Just got this poem in a Christmas card

    There is a list of folks I know all written in a book
    And every year at Christmas time I go and have a look,
    And that is when I realise that these names are a part
    Not of a book they are written in but of my very heart
    For once you've met somebody the years cannot erase
    The memory of a pleasant word or of a loving face
    Never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine
    Of names upon a Christmas list forgotten in between
    For,be you a relative or friend or just someone I've met,
    You happen to be one of those I'd rather not forget.
    And whether I known you for many years or few,
    In some ways you have had a part in shaping things I do.
    So as you read this message that I send at Christmas time,
    Know that I send all my love while you are on my mind.
    Families are like fudge,mostly sweet with a few nuts

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