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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 a European Goldsmith box soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dazzling diamonds danced in their heads.
And mamma with her CHARRIOL, and I with my Movado Bold,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
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.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of platinum to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight sparkling reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be the E.G St Nick.
More rapid than fire his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Opal! now, Onyx! now, Peridot and Citrine!
On, Diamond! On, Dazzle! on Emerald and Garnet!
To the top of the porch to the top of the wall!
Now shine away! Sparkle away! Shimmer 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 jewels, and the E.G St Nick 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 the E.G 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 diamond dust and soot.
A bundle of jewels he had flung on his back,
Necklaces, bracelets, and rings in his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like rubies, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was like diamonds or snow.
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 bowlful of jelly!
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 sapphire eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings with gems, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of 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.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and may your day sparkle bright!”