'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Tomorrow, our day will be full with celebrating the birth of our Lord and spending time with family, but on this Christmas Eve day, I would like to wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas and leave you with one of my little boy's favorite poems: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. 

Happy Holidays!



'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 the bed to see what was the matter.

And 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!
On, Comet! on , Cupid!
On, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch!
to the top of the wall!
Now, dash away! dash away!
dash away, all!"

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.

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.

He had a broad face
and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed,
like a bowlful of jelly.

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!"

1 comments:

ღ soraya ღ said...

Nice post...thanks for sharing..blessing these holidays from our home to yours...soraya