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The Saratogian (Saratoga, NY) - - YOUR DAILY BREAK - An­nie Lane

DEAR READ­ERS >> Wish­ing you a hol­i­day sea­son filled with won­der, joy and, most im­por­tantly, lots and lots of love. Thank you to all of my read­ers: Here re­mains one of my fa­vorite hol­i­day po­ems ever cre­ated. En­joy!

“A Visit from St. Ni­cholas”

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,

In hopes that St. Ni­cholas soon would be there;

The chil­dren were nes­tled all snug in their beds;

While vi­sions of sug­arplums 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 rein­deer,

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 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 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!”

“Ask Me Any­thing: A Year of Ad­vice From Dear An­nie” is out now! An­nie Lane’s de­but book — fea­tur­ing fa­vorite col­umns on love, friend­ship, fam­ily and eti­quette — is avail­able as a pa­per­back and ebook. Visit http://www.cre­ator­spub­lish­ing.com for more in­for­ma­tion. Send your ques­tions for An­nie Lane to dear­an­[email protected]­ators.com.

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