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.
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.
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 Donner! On Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
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!
~The InsanelyMac Staff
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