[stylist] Fw: We all quote this

[Judith Bron]

Yes, I know.  However, I ignored it.  I just thought everyone would have fun 
with it.
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Robert Leslie Newman" <newmanrl at cox.net>
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Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 9:08 PM
Subject: Re: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this


> Thanks for posting this. I bet that was written by an Englishman! Did you
> note the "happy Christmas?" Here in the States we say "Merry Christmas." 
> In
> England, they say "Happy Christmas." (Not sure where else people say one 
> or
> the other and/or something totally different?)
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> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On
> Behalf Of Judith Bron
> Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 7:31 PM
> To: Stylist
> Subject: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this
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> We all quote this at sometime during the holidays, but for many it may 
> have
> been years since you read the real thing.  Judith
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Nancy Lynn" <freespirit52 at charter.net>
> To: "Missouri Chat List" <chat at moblind.org>; "Mikes Mess List"
> <Mikesmess2 at mikesmess.com>
> Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 8:20 PM
> Subject: in case you need this for some reason
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>>A Visit from St. Nicholas
>>
>> '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
>> sugar plums danced in their heads.
>> And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our
>> brains 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 lustre of
>> mid-day to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should
>> appear, But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer, 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!"
>> As dry leaves 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:
>> 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; A bundle of toys was 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 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.
>> 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 sprung 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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