A/n: Okay, well Christmas is coming up, and I thought of a story…
Disclaimer: Well as you know, the one and only J.K. Rowling owns all the Harry Potter characters and such, and Clement Clarke Moore owns the 'Twas the Night Before Christmas story.
Full Summary: 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the castle, not a creature was stirring, not even a …house elf? Everybody's favorite Christmas story, done Harry Potter style!
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'Twas the Night Before Christmas(Dumbledoor's P.O.V)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the castle,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a house elf.
The stockings were hung in the common rooms with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The students were all snug in their beds,
While visions of chocolate frogs danced in their heads.
And McGonagall in her robes, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winters nap.
When out on the grounds there 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 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 sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than hippogriffs his courses 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, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the Quidditch Field! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When the meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the castle-top the courses they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew my wand, and was turning around,
Down the fireplace 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 like a peddler just opening his pack.
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 white as 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 house elf,
And I laughed when he 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.
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."
The End.
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A/n: Well, just to let you I did it in Professor Dumbledoor's Point of View. I'm not sure if I did really well on this, but I did try my best. If you want to, check out my story that I'm currently writing right now: Match Made in Heaven. It's a L/J fic, and according to my reviews, it's very funny and good. Well, Merry Christmas! : )
