It’s three days before that magical time of year Christmas Day and so
today I am going to tell you a whole load of Christmas themed stories and
traditions.Starting with my adaptation of:
THE NIGHT
BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Christmas stockings hung on the bedpost with care,
Hoping that Santa would soon be there;
The children were tucked up all snug in their beds,
While visions of presents danced in their heads;
Mum and
dad in their slippers, with hot cups of
tea,
settled down on the sofa to watch the TV,
When out in the garden there arose such a clatter,
They jumped up from the sofa to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they went with a shout,
Pulled open the curtains so they could look out.
The moon beams shone down upon the new snow
Giving the appearance of day time to objects below,
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, dressed all in red,
with a bushy white beard and a hat on his head.
Faster than eagles his reindeer 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 chimney! to the top of the wall!
Now fly away! fly away! fly away all!"
So up to the house-top the reindeers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Santa went too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
And as they stood listening to the strange sound,
Down the chimney Santa 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!
The beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
settled down on the sofa to watch the TV,
When out in the garden there arose such a clatter,
They jumped up from the sofa to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they went with a shout,
Pulled open the curtains so they could look out.
The moon beams shone down upon the new snow
Giving the appearance of day time to objects below,
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, dressed all in red,
with a bushy white beard and a hat on his head.
Faster than eagles his reindeer 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 chimney! to the top of the wall!
Now fly away! fly away! fly away all!"
So up to the house-top the reindeers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Santa went too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
And as they stood listening to the strange sound,
Down the chimney Santa 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!
The beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
And he
started to laugh HO HO HO HO
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 they laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Santa knew all good children were asleep in their beds;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all their stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
The reindeer looked up as he jumped on his sleigh,
And With a jimgle of bells they all flew away.
But they heard Santa call, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
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 they laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Santa knew all good children were asleep in their beds;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all their stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
The reindeer looked up as he jumped on his sleigh,
And With a jimgle of bells they all flew away.
But they heard Santa call, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
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