![]() "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,Īnd he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name With a little old driver, so lively and quick, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,īut a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. ![]() When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads Īnd mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, The children were nestled all snug in their beds, ![]() ![]() The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house ![]()
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