<h1>Twas the Night Before Christmas</h1>
<h3>A Visit from St. Nicholas</h3>
<h4>By Clement C. Moore</h4>
<p><span class="dropcapb"> </span><span class="dropcap">T</span>
was the night before Christmas, when all through the house<br/>
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;<br/>
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care<br/>
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapc"> </span><span class="dropcap">T</span>he children were nestled all snug in their beds,<br/>
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;<br/>
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,<br/>
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapd"> </span><span class="dropcap">W</span>hen out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,<br/>
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.<br/>
Away to the window I flew like a flash,<br/>
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapb"> </span><span class="dropcap">T</span>he moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow<br/>
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,<br/>
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,<br/>
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapd"> </span><span class="dropcap">W</span>ith a little old driver, so lively and quick,<br/>
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.<br/>
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,<br/>
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapf"> </span><span class="dropcap">N</span>ow, <b><i>Dasher!</i></b> now, <b><i>Dancer!</i></b> now, <b><i>Prancer</i></b> and <b><i>Vixen!</i></b><br/>
On, <b><i>Comet!</i></b> on, <b><i>Cupid!</i></b> on, <b><i>Donder</i></b> and <b><i>Blitzen!</i></b><br/>
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!<br/>
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"<br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapg"> </span><span class="dropcap">A</span>s dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,<br/>
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;<br/>
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,<br/>
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcaph"> </span><span class="dropcap">A</span>nd then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof<br/>
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.<br/>
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,<br/>
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.<br/><br/><br/><br/></p>
<p><span class="dropcapi"> </span><span class="dropcap">H</span>e was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,<br/>
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;<br/>
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,<br/>
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapj"> </span><span class="dropcap">H</span>is eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!<br/>
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!<br/>
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,<br/>
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapk"> </span><span class="dropcap">T</span>he stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,<br/>
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;<br/>
He had a broad face and a little round belly,<br/>
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapl"> </span><span class="dropcap">H</span>e was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,<br/>
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;<br/>
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,<br/>
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapi"> </span><span class="dropcap">H</span>e spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,<br/>
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,<br/>
And laying his finger aside of his nose,<br/>
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;<br/><br/></p>
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<p><span class="dropcapj"> </span><span class="dropcap">H</span>e sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,<br/>
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.<br/>
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,<br/>
<b><i>"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."</i></b><br/></p>
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