The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the halls not a creature was stirring , not even a ghost.
The portraits were festively decorated with care, in hopes that House points would soon appear.
The students were nestled all in there beds, while visions of Firebolts flew in their heads.
Hermione in her gown and I in my pants, had just settled our talk for a long winter's nap…
When out in the Common Room arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the stairs I flew like a flash, tore down the steps and hid behind the couch.
The moon on the skin of my love, gave luster to what I was not allowed to see, when to my wondering eyes should appear, but a wand and eight tiny bags held near, with the flick of the wrist, so perfect and quick, I knew in a moment that they must be gifts.
More rapid than eagles they appeared, while she hummed and sang as I gave my heart away.
"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donder, and Blitzen,! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away, now dash away all!"
AS soft as down that before the wind fly, when they meet an end , they mount to the sky, so upon the tree she floated a star, by satchels full of toys and cards.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the tree, the jingling and ringing of each new bell.
As I leaned round the corner, and was almost falling out, from behind the tree she came with a bound.
She was dressed all in silk, from her head to her foot, and her hair was tangled with tinsel and soot.
A bundle of packages she had flung on the floor, and she looked like a jeweler just opening the store.
Her eyes -how they twinkled- her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks red as roses, her nose a cherry!
Her plump little lips drawn up like a bow, and the color of her skin was white as snow.
The stump of a candy cane she held tight in her teeth, and the light circled her head like a holiday wreath.
She had a thin face and a little flat belly that shook when she laughed, she had such grace.
She was small and delicate, a right jolly little elf.
And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself.
A glimmer in her eye and a nod from her head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
She spoke barely a word, but went straight to work, and filled the two stockings, then her head turned in a jerk, and laying a hand on her hip she gave me a fit.
I sprang to her side, to her I gave a whistle, and she smacked me upside the head with a bouquet of thistle.
But I heard her exclaim under her breath, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."