The Night Before Christmas - Part 1

not a creature once dirty, not even a mouse, the stocking for fun by the chimney with hair, in hopes that they'd neglect to what be there. The children were nestled all not in their bed, while they don't have humor from them, and feed their head. And mama in her cactus, And I, in my cap, had just settled our brain for a long winter's nap.

When I was a long narrow road such a battle, I sprang in a bed to see what was the matter. A way to the window I flew like a flange, for opened the shuttle and threw up the sash.

To the moon of breath, To the new fallen snow, With a lost hour of his day, To object below. Now what to my wandering eye? Could appear, Did your play at his tiny range here, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment, yet must be taken next. More rapid and eager, his forces they came, and he whistled, and shouted,

and called them by name. Now Dacher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Dicton, Uncomit, Uncupid, One dunder and lift it to the top of the porch, to the top of the wall. Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.

As dry these, let before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, Mount of the sky, go up to the house top, the portal they flew, with a blaze full of toys and St. Nicholas too.

And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the prancing and toying of each little hook. As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney, the ignitlet came with a pound.