Twas the Night Before Christmas variations. Following are a multitude of variations on the themeof the famous Christmas poem.'Twas the Night Before Christmas(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 sugar- plums danced in their heads. 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. 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 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,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! Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" 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. 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 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. 'Twas the Night Before Christmas or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas by Major Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828) (previously believed to be by Clement Clarke Moore). 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 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!"public domain. The Night Before Christmas. A more spiritual version of the famous Christmas story. By: Sister St. Thomas, B. N. D. de NTwas. the night before Christmas, and all through the town,St. Joseph was searching, walking up roads and down; Our Lady was waiting, so meek and so mild,While Joseph was seeking a place for the Child. The children were nestled, each snug in their beds,The grown- ups wouldn't bother, there's no room they said; When even the innkeeper sent them away,Joseph was wondering, where they would stay. He thought of the caves in the side of the hills,Lets go there said Mary, it's silent and still; The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,Made pathways of light for their tired feet to go. And there in a cave, in a cradle of hay,Our Savior was born on that first Christmas Day! The Father was watching in heaven above,He sent for His angels, His couriers of love. More rapid than eagles God's bright angels came; Rejoicing and eager as each heard his name; Come Power, Come Cherubs, Come Virtues, Come Raphael,Come Thrones and Dominions, come Michael and Gabriel. Now fly to the Earth, where My poor people live,Announce the glad tiding My Son comes to give; The Shepherds were watching their flocks on this night,And saw in the heavens and unearthly light. The Angels assured them, they'd nothing to fear,It's Christmas they said, the Savior is here! They hastened to find Him, and stood at the door,Till Mary invited them in to adore. He was swaddled in bands from His head to His feet,Never did the Shepherds see a baby so sweet! He spoke not a word, but the shepherds all knew,He was telling them secrets and blessing them too. Then softly they left Him, The Babe in the hay,And rejoiced with great joy on that first Christmas Day; Mary heard them exclaim as they walked up the hill,Glory to God in the Highest, Peace to men of good will! Twas The Night Before Jesus Came. Anonymous. Twas. the night before Jesus came and all through the housenot a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their bibles were lain on the shelf without care,in hopes that Jesus would not come there. The children were dressing to crawl into bed,not once ever kneeling or bowing a head; And mom in her rocker with baby on her lap,was watching the late show while I took a nap; When out of the East there arose such a clatter,I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter; Away to the window I flew like a flash,threw open the shutters and threw up the sash. The light of His face made me cover my head,it was Jesus returning, just like He said. And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself. In the book of life, which He held in His hand,was written the name of every saved man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,when He said, "It's not here!" my head hung in shame. The people whose names had been written with love,He gathered to take to His Father above. 'Twas the Night Before Christmas (A Visit from St. Nicholas) by Clement Clarke Moore. Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was.With those who were ready He rose without a sound,while all the rest were left standing around. I fell to my knees, but it was too late: I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight. Oh, if only I had been ready tonight. In the words of this poem the meaning is clear,the coming of Jesus is drawing near. There's only one life and when the last name is called,we'll find that the bible was true after all. Tis the Month Before Christmas. Tis the. month before Christmas, we're all going nuts; With so much to do, there's no ifs, ands or buts. Buy presents, hang tree lights, pop cards in the mail,Send gift packs, thread popcorn, find turkeys on sale. Decorations need stringing up all through the house. And you haven't a clue what to buy for your spouse. School concerts, receptions, open houses with friends,Long lineups, short tempers, tying up the loose ends. With all our mad dashing, we're reeling from shock; Let's stop for a minute and really take stock. It's crassly commercial, the cynical say; If that's true, that our fault- it's us and not they. Take time for yourself- though hard as that seems—Enjoy your kids' laughter, excitement and dreams. Take a moment out now, don't get overly riled, Instead make an angel in snow with your child. The shortbread can wait, and so can the tree; What's important to feel is a child's sense of glee. The holidays aren't about push, rush and shove; They're for friendship and sharing and family love. Hear the bells, feel the warmth, light up with the glow. Of a message first sent to us so long ago: Peace, love and goodwill, and hope burning bright. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! The REAL Night Before Christmas(By Parents)Twas the night before Christmaswhen all through the house. I searched for the toolsto hand to my spouse. Instructions were studiedand we were inspired,in hopes we could manage"Some Assembly Required."The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds,while Dad and I faced the evening with dread: a kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's townhouse to boot! And now, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot! We opened the boxes,my heart skipped a beat—let no parts be missingor parts incomplete! Too late for last- minute returns or replacement; if we can't get it right, it goes straight to the basement! When what to my worrying eyes should appearbut 5. With each part numbered and every slot named,so if we failed, only we could be blamed. More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out,all over the carpet they were scattered about."Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there! Slide on the seats, and staple the stair! Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand.""Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand."And then in a twinkling, I knew for a factthat all the toy dealers had indeed made a pactto keep parents busy all Christmas Eve nightwith "assembly required" till morning's first light. We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work,till our eyes, they went blurry; our fingers all hurt. The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thinbefore we attached the last rod and last pin. Then laying the tools away in the chest,we fell into bed for a well- deserved rest. But I said to my husband just before I passed out,"This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt. Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring,and not run to the store for one single thing! We did it! We did it! The toys are all setfor the perfect, most magical, Christmas, I bet!"Then off to dreamland and sweet repose. I gratefully went, though I supposethere's something to say for those self- deluded—I'd forgotten that BATTERIES are never included! The Night Before Christmas,Legally Speaking. Whereas. on or about the night prior to Christmas, there did occur at a certain. House") a general lack. A variety of foot apparel, e. House in the hope and/or belief that St. Nick a/k/a/ St. Nicholas a/k/a/ Santa Claus (hereinafter "Claus") would. The minor residents, i. House. were located in their individual beds and were engaged in nocturnal. Whereupon the party of the first part (sometimes hereinafter. I"), being the joint- owner in fee simple of the House with. Mamma"), and said Mamma had. At such time, the parties were.
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