Loretta Lynn

'twas The Night Before Christmas

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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.

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 luster of midday
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!"

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
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.

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,
'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all,
and to all a good-night!"

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