Friday 24 December 2010

Anticipation ...


'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.
Mamma 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 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 minature 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! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
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.
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 dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
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 elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon he gave me to know I had nothing to dread.


He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
Then, laying his finger aside 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.
Then I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Well, we're almost there aren't we - the anticipation is almost over.

Have a Wonderful Christmas!
Don't eat or drink too much - oh, what the hell, the diet can always start in the New Year.
Take care now!

Until next time.

June.

4 comments:

  1. Lovely! Happy Christmas....Lizzie x (cruising through blogland on Christmas day to put off the inevitable work in the kitchen!!!)

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  2. Happy Christmas, I love that story. You have some great tins in your previous post. Jane xx

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  3. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas Day and are planning an equally good one today!
    Kimx

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  4. Merry Christmas for you and your family!! And have a fine holiday!
    I long to see the pictures of the bears on the blog.
    I am happy your daughter loved them :)

    Bye bye

    DanielleXX

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