Twas the night before Christmas, and 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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And mama 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 chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I moved with a start,
Pulled back the thick curtain, my pulse in my heart.
The moon on the snow gave a silvery glow,
Casting soft shadows on rooftops below.
And there, to my wonder, so vivid and clear,
Was a sleigh and eight reindeer drawing near.
A jolly old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment—it had to be St. Nick.
He laughed as he landed, boots touching the ground,
With a warmth and a cheer that lit all around.
He moved through the house with a quiet delight,
Leaving gifts, leaving joy, leaving magic that night.
Then up the chimney he rose out of sight,
Calling out softly, as he took to his flight:
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
And as the fire dimmed and the room settled still,
A gentle peace lingered, a calm, happy thrill—
The kind that reminds us, year after year,
That Christ
mas is love, and wonder, and cheer.
Stake:Wanakaner2828
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Twas the night before Christmas, and 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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And mama 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 chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I moved with a start,
Pulled back the thick curtain, my pulse in my heart.
The moon on the snow gave a silvery glow,
Casting soft shadows on rooftops below.
And there, to my wonder, so vivid and clear,
Was a sleigh and eight reindeer drawing near.
A jolly old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment—it had to be St. Nick.
He laughed as he landed, boots touching the ground,
With a warmth and a cheer that lit all around.
He moved through the house with a quiet delight,
Leaving gifts, leaving joy, leaving magic that night.
Then up the chimney he rose out of sight,
Calling out softly, as he took to his flight:
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
And as the fire dimmed and the room settled still,
A gentle peace lingered, a calm, happy thrill—
The kind that reminds us, year after year,
That Christmas is love, and wonder, and cheer.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And mama 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 chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I moved with a start,
Pulled back the thick curtain, my pulse in my heart.
The moon on the snow gave a silvery glow,
Casting soft shadows on rooftops below.
And there, to my wonder, so vivid and clear,
Was a sleigh and eight reindeer drawing near.
A jolly old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment—it had to be St. Nick.
He laughed as he landed, boots touching the ground,
With a warmth and a cheer that lit all around.
He moved through the house with a quiet delight,
Leaving gifts, leaving joy, leaving magic that night.
Then up the chimney he rose out of sight,
Calling out softly, as he took to his flight:
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
And as the fire dimmed and the room settled still,
A gentle peace lingered, a calm, happy thrill—
The kind that reminds us, year after year,
That Christ
mas is love, and wonder, and cheer.
Stake:Wanakaner2828