[stylist] Fw: We all quote this

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I believe the author was legally blind.
Clement Moore.


Lori





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From: Robert Leslie Newman <newmanrl at cox.net>
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Sent: Sun, Dec 12, 2010 9:08 pm
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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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Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 7:31 PM
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Subject: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this

We all quote this at sometime during the holidays, but for many it may have
been years since you read the real thing.  Judith
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From: "Nancy Lynn" <freespirit52 at charter.net>
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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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