By Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
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| Well, of course not. Da Harlow took care of him last Tuesday. |
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,
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Dad
wears da cap? Since when?
Skeptical….
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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.
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| Da Harlow would like to see dis "sprang from the bed"... Dad not so much a morning person... Just saying... |
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,
Momma's gonna get cold if you open da windows at night.
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!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
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Say
what?
Gonna
have to chase them.
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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.
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| Oooo, da Harlow likes toys! |
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
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| Iz going to have to bark, da Momma. It's in da Princess contract. |
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
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| Down da chimney? How'd he do dat? |
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
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| Da Momma just cleaned - he better not get dat stuff everywhere. |
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;
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| He's gonna pet da Harlow while he's here, right? |
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,
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| Ramble got noms, right? |
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!
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| Dat was good, da Momma! Tell da Harlow another one. |
Maybe next year?
Merry Christmas to all our friends
from all of us at How Sam Sees It!
Monty, Harlow, Ramble, Aaron and Christine
