‘Twas the night before Christmas is by far – one of the most famous holiday stories ever written.
It happens to be one of my favorites.
As a child my sister would read this holiday classic to me on Christmas Eve once my parents suggested I hurry and go to bed. I went to bed willingly because I never wanted to bump into Santa Claus and risk not getting everything on my Christmas list.
She would read with such animation, it was magical. As an adult, I try to imitate her, and use the Boys as my audience.
This is the version I will share with Harley and Jaxson on Sunday night…
‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS –
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Doodle;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Both Harley and Jaxson were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of tasty treats danced in their heads,
Doodle Mom with a glass of wine…
and Doodle Dad in his cap – had just settled down for an evening with Netflix and then a good nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The Boys sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we 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 our wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, led by a group of Doodledeer…
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, HARLEY 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…
And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Harley drew in his paw, and was settling down,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound…
HE WAS DRESSED IN ALL FUR –
From his head to his foot,
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!
Those cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
And his droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
That 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 Jax laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself…
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave us to know we had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled all of those stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
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 DOODLE NIGHT!…
May the spirit of Christmas bring you PEACE – The gladness of Christmas give you HOPE – And the warmth of Christmas grant you LOVE ❤️