Twas the nite before Christmas qUINTEDRA KINGSBY 6TH

Twas the night before Christmas, went all through the house not a creature was stirring. Not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by hopes that St.Nicholas soon would be there
The children were all in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads, and mama in her " kerchief" and I in my cap had just settled our brains for a long winters nap.
The children would not go to sleep, they were es toned by the greeting they may have. Briefly waiting on their Santa to soon appear.
When out on the roof these 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 shutter, and threw up the stash. Ho Ho Ho i'm coming to you. Christmas time is near!
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the Lister of midday to objects below, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer appear.
As Santa finds list after list the kids are still asleep.
With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.Nick more rapid than eagles, his courses they came and he whistled and shouted and called them name by name.
Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On Comet On Cupid! On Donner and Blintze! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now Dash away Dash away Dash on away
Still in the air flying miles away
Back to the North Pole we Are

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