A visit from st

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"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St.

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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, và 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 the bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters & threw up the sash.The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to lớn objects below,When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a miniature sleigh, và eight tiny 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, và shouted, and called them by name;"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer & Vixen!On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!To the top of the porch! to lớn the vị trí cao nhất of the wall!Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstacle, mount lớn the sky;So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,With the sleigh full of Toys, và St.

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Nicholas too.And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.As I drew in my head, & was turning around,Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.He was dressed all in fur, from his head khổng lồ his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes và soot;A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,And he looked lượt thích a pedler just opening his pack.His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!His cheeks were lượt thích roses, his nose like a cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bowAnd the beard of 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 bowlful of jelly.He was chubby & plump, a right jolly old elf,And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;A wink of his eye & a twist of his head,Soon gave me khổng lồ know I had nothing to lớn 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 lượt thích the down of a thistle,But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,"Happy Christmas to all, & to all a good-night."


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Clement Clarke Moore was born on July 15, 1779, in thủ đô new york City. He was the author of Poems (Barlett và Welford, 1844), which included the poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas.”