Friday, December 23, 2005

A Christmas Classic

'Twas the night before Christmas

By Clement C. Moore

'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 SugarPlums
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 my bed
to see what was the matter.

Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shudders
and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast
of the new-fallen snow
Gave a luster of midday
to objects below.

When, what to my wondering
Eyes should appear,
But a minature sleigh,
and 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 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, 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 hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle,
Mount to the sky,

So up to the housetop
the courses they flew,
With a 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,
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 on 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,
"Merry Christmas to All,
And to All a Good Night!"

1 Comments:

Blogger oscar said...

Hmm......I sincerely hope that you´ve heard or read this swedish classic.

4:42 PM  

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