Twas the night before Jamaaliday, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care in hopes that St Frosty soon would be there.
The animals were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of starlight cookies danced in their heads.
Frosty the phantom looked as his map,
"The first house is here!" He adjusted his cap.
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter!
We sprang out of bed to see what was the matter!
Away to the winter window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the curtains and pulled up sash!
The moon shone bright on the crest of the new fallen snow
Gave a slumber to the mid-day objects below.
When, to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little squishy driver, so lively and bouncy!
We knew in a moment it must be St Frosty!
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name!
"Now Smokey! Now, Rusty! Now, Holly and Bangles!
On, Charles! On, Splodge! On, on Chloe and Spangles!"
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now fly away! Fly away! Dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wld 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. Frosty 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. Frosty 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 phantom just opening his pack.
His eye -- how it twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose was not there? Much less like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, (Wait a second he didn't have a nose you know!)
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; (Ok another thing wrong that's enough!)
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, (No 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 and plump, a right jolly little phantom,
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, (No nose!)
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, (He can't whistle, can he?)
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Jamaaliday to all, and to all a good-night!"
COOOOL...
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