[Nfb-krafters-korner] a gift for you for Christmas Eve

[Cathy Flesher]

I just love this and thought you might as well.

 


*'Twas the Night Before Christmas 


'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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds

while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.

And mama 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.

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 luster of miday to objects below.

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 Saint 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 dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, 

when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky,  

So, up to the housetops the coursers they flew

with a 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.

As I drew in my hand and was turning around,

down the chimney Saint 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 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 bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right little 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 of the stockings, then turned with a jerk.

And laying a 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.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

 

 

 

Cathy F