[stylist] Fw: We all quote this

[KajunCutie926 at aol.com]

Thank you for sharing this.... this is actually the version we  have read 
to the kids when they were little and now my daughter reads it to her  
kids..))  Thank you for bringing back the memories..)
 
 
In a message dated 12/12/2010 7:32:36 P.M. Central Standard Time,  
jbron at optonline.net writes:

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"  
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Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 8:20  PM
Subject: in case you need this for some reason


>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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