'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
If no one is stirring in the house, how are my cookies going to get made??? If the mouse does end up baking the cookies, make sure those little brown things are chocolate chips, please.
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;
A sugar-plum is an old recipe of chopped up fruit (which usually did not contain plums) mixed with nuts, honey and spices, rolled into a ball and covered with shredded coconut. If that thing starts dancing in my head please let it not tap-dance.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down 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.
I am so used to clatter on my lawn I swear it wouldn’t even wake me up anymore.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
I once threw up a sash when I was in college, and I always wonder what happened to the person who was wearing it.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
I have seen that same tattoo before.
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
You ever get behind a “little old driver?” Were they ever “lively and quick,” or did you end up trying to pass them on a double-yellow line and almost causing an accident?
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, Donder and Blitzen!
“Donder and Blitzen” loosely translates in German to “thunder and lightning.” Prancer & Vixen used to dance at a place in Queens
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
What’s the hurry? It’s as if the cops just showed up.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top 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.
If my dad was still alive I promise you he would yell to the roof and ask them to clean out the gutters as long as they were up there anyway.
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;
Would you wear all fur if you were going to be traveling up and down chimneys?
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; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
Drunk AND stoned.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
Wait until that broad finds out who has her face.
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful 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,
Where did he come from?
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Better aside than inside.
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
NEVER give anyone a whistle- I made that mistake once with my nephew.
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."
Merry Christmas, and happy birthday to all the others born Christmas day!