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\f0\b\fs24 \cf2 \cb3 white post farms presents \
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\cf4 \cb1 Twas the night before Christmas \
\ read by santa clauss \
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\cf2 Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house\
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.\ The
\fs32 \cf5 stockings \fs24 \cf2 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 mamma in her \'91kerchief, and I in my cap,\
Had just settled our brains for a long winter\'92s 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 miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.\ \
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, 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 that before the wild hurricane
fly,\ When they meet with an
\fs32 \cf5 obstacle \fs24 \cf2 , 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 \fs32 \cf5 turning
\fs24 \cf2 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 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 bowlful 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 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, \'91ere he drove
out of sight,\ "marry Christmas to all, and to all
a good-night!"}
