A Visit From St. Nicholas
Twas the Night Before Christmas Poem
BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE
‘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,
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my 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 a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Nike Air Max 2016 Dames Rood Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
And then, New Balance Pas Cher in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, Goedkoop Nike Air Max 2017 and was turning around,
Down the chimney St.