December 24, 2012 - Twas the Night Before Christmas

[CaliforniaMama]

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house...





In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;



While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

While mamma in her 'kerchief



Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,



Away to the window I flew like a flash,



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



With a little old driver, so lively and quick,



More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

















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.