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Copy of Copy of Twas the Night Before Christmas
Transcript of Copy of Copy of Twas the Night Before Christmas
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. A Prezi Version of the Classic Story Twas the Night Before Christmas Not even a mouse. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, gave the luster of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wandering eyes should appear, but a minature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called the by name... To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves 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. With a little old driver, so lively and quick. I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! Donner and Blitzen! On Cupid! He was dressed all in fur,
from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. 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. A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he look'd like a peddler just opening his pack. 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 bowl full of jelly. 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 sprung to his sleigh,
to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew,
like the down of a thistle, 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. The End Hit Play But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!"