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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the school,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a ghoul,
The stockings were hung in the Great Hall with care,
In hopes Albus Dumbledore soon would be there;
The students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of jelly slugs danced in their heads;
And Ginny in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the grounds 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 mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature carriage, and eight tiny thestrals,
With a little old driver, and you know. What is more,
I knew in a moment he was Dumbledore.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Draco! now, Greg'ry! now, Pansy and Vincent!
On, Marcus! on Daphne! on, Blaise and Millicent!
To the top of the tower! to the top of the school!
Now dash away! dash away! dash like a fool!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Things, and with Dumbledore too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a grin,
The grumbling and griping of each slytherin.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
To the common room Dumbledore came with a bound.
He was dressed all in purple, from his head to his boots,
And his robes were filled up with some exotic fruits,
A bundle of wands he had flung on his back,
And he was a great wizard; Harry feared an attack!
But 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 up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow,
Just one graceful wand he held clenched in his fist,
He twirled it neatly with a flexible wrist.
He had a kind face and a very long beard,
He was the only wizard You-Know-who ever feared!
He was thin and quite tall, a right jolly old man,
And I laugh when I see him; he told me I can,
A wink of his 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; 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, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Yay.