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Scroll Down. ’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; And mamma in her ...
1. '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; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I ...
Dec 13, 2023 · '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; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in ...
Dec 25, 2010 · Below are the original lyrics to the poem (see how the poem looked in the Troy Sentinel here ): 1'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, 2Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; 3The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, 4In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
That shook when laughed (ho, ho, ho, ho) like a bowl full of jelly (ho, ho, ho, ho) 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.
Oct 19, 2023 · 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, I heard on the roof The ...
By Clement Clarke Moore. '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;
