Twas The Night Before Christmas…

Good morning world and thanks for tuning in.

Well it is nearly here, the big day, they day when parents of young children are preparing to be forced to rise FAR too early to play with presents brought by Santa, when the chef’s of this world will do their last minute preparations and when all and sundry who are not as organised as the rest of us, will be forced into making ill advised present choices from Petrol Station Forecourts….

To that end, I will be posting one of my favourite Christmas poems for your delight as there isn’t much else to talk about here on Planet Magnet.

Sure I shall be going to the gym (not true) sure I shall be walking around the shops trying not to bump into people with spatial awareness issues as I finish off all of my last minute pre Christmas preparations (true) and sure I shall be watching a Christmas movie or two…. (also true) 😉

I have already purchased all of the presents required by all my family and friends, wrapped and labeled them. I have made all of my arrangements for the big day, I know where I am going and what I shall be eating etc etc so everything to that end is sorted, therefore I am sure everyone else will be busy like myself and not really in the mood for anything too heavy when it comes to a blog post.

So here we go….

‘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;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
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,
I knew in a moment he 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, 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
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 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 pedler 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 on 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 bowl full 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, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Have a great day everyone. I hope you enjoy your evening and are not too excited!

‘Till tomorrow,

Stay out of the fridge.

10 thoughts on “Twas The Night Before Christmas…

  1. Osyth says:

    I love that poem – I remember my eldest daughter doing it as her nursery play. She was the only child with a line since she was the eldest in the school and leaving for ‘big school’ that very day. The teacher cued her up ‘and the Angel said’ and she said ‘NO’ and walked off. Nothing changes – she’s 28 now and still does precisely as she pleases 😉

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  2. New Journey says:

    I am laughing out load…I had a post ready to hit publish, got a phone call and had to dash out I am back and though, Oh I need to go see Cameron….your post is almost word for word what mine was…..I love this poem…I started with it, you ended with it….so I have decided to trash that post…Have a wonderful Christmas Morning, as you will get to meet Santa before me…tell him to hurry to California….Merry Christmas my friend….many blessing to you…..kat

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