A Visit From St. Nicholas By Clement Clarke Moore.
Stephen Darrell Smith - Christmas Spirit
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
资配易Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
资配易The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
资配易In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
资配易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,
资配易Had just settled down for a long winter's nap;
资配易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
资配易Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
资配易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 Saint Nick.
资配易More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
资配易Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
资配易On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
资配易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,
资配易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 Saint Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
资配易As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
资配易Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.
资配易He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
资配易And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
资配易A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
资配易And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
资配易His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
资配易His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
资配易And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
资配易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,
资配易That shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
资配易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.
资配易He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
资配易And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
资配易And laying his finger aside of his nose,
资配易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!