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Thread: Twas the night before Christmas,

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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 I in my cap,

    Had just settled our brains 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 shutters and threw up the sash.


    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

    Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

    When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

    But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,


    With a little old driver so lively and quick,

    I knew in a moment he 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, Donner and Blitzen!


    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

    Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

    As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

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


    So up to the housetop 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 head, 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 pedler 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, ere he drove out of sight—

    “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

    A Visit from St. Nicholas


    BbY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE

    My granddad always said, :As one door closes, another opens".
    Wonderful man, terrible cabinet maker...

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    Thank you. I've always enjoyed that poem

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    Love that one. Merry Christmas folks!
    "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing."

    “If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”

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    Merry Christmas!
    Ken

    So much to learn, so little time.....

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    Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
    Hobbyist woodworker
    Maryland

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    Thank you Rich

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    Wonderful poem, thanks for posting.

    Well I put the two dogs out at 5am and they got themselves tied in knots around two trees. I get Ophelia free and in the house and go back for Jed, who hasn’t seen me in almost 30 seconds so he knocks me over in the snow and seeing I need help, licks my face.

    Of course I,m in pyjamas, good thing it’s warm this morning, -8 instead of -21.

    Well, Bambi is now in the slow cooker with her favourite vegetables in anticipation of our 1pm virtual family dinner.

    Now, back to bed for an hour, Merry Christmas everyone…..Rod.

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