Twas The Night Before Christmas – Harry Potter Style

A/N: Hey guys! Christmas time is here and I love this poem so I wanted to write one for Harry. I realise it is not heavily altered; I just changed the story so it was the golden trio that meets Santa without messing with tone of the poem that we all know and love. I hope you like it, R&R PLZ!

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the school
Not a creature was stirring, not even a ghoul.
The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care,
In hopes that St Nick – or the elves - would be there.

The trio were getting all snug in their beds,
so visions of fairy lights could dance in their heads.
With 'Mione in her gown, and Ron in his cap,
They had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the grounds there arose such a clatter,
Harry sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.

The moon shone bright on the new-fallen snow
Making everything around appear to glow.
When, what to his wondering green eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
He thought for a moment it must be a trick.
But more rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the turret! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

"Ron! Hermione! Come and see this!" Harry did cry,
And they leapt from their beds and looked to the sky.
Up to the tower-top they saw the coursers flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

Wands at the ready, they ran down the stairs,

Into the common room crammed with tables and chairs.

Yet no one was there, did they see right?

They checked in window, there was nothing in sight.
But as they drew in their heads, and were turning around,
Down the chimney 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 ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked just like Hagrid, opening his sack.

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.

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 they laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave them to know they had nothing to dread.

Hermione spoke up, "You gave us a fright,"

"Why do you have to come in the night?"

Santa threw back his head with laughter so gay,

"I don't think I'd fare better coming in the day"

He patted her cheek and 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 they heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"