[stylist] Fw: We all quote this

Fri Dec 17 04:47:27 UTC 2010

Welcome back Lori!
I have missed seeing you here!
how are you???
jim

At 10:42 PM 12/16/2010, you wrote:
>I believe the author was legally blind.
>Clement Moore.
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>Lori
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>-----Original Message-----
>From: Robert Leslie Newman <newmanrl at cox.net>
>To: 'Writer's Division Mailing List' <stylist at nfbnet.org>
>Sent: Sun, Dec 12, 2010 9:08 pm
>Subject: Re: [stylist] Fw: We all quote this
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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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>-----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
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> > '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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