Re: Thought for this Eve....

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Posted by JayBee on December 24, 2000 at 13:26:37:

In Reply to: Thought for this Eve.... posted by The Huggy Merchant on December 24, 2000 at 10:24:10:

: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas

: by Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863)

: '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!
: 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,


MERRY CHRISTMAS Boss!! Hope you have a good one!!

Your Faithful Assistant


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