a/n don't own Harry Potter or The Night Before Christmas
This is my Harry Potter twist on The Night Before Christmas it's also mixed with some Pagan themes and french Christmas traditions
Twas the night before Yule, when all through the castle
Not a creature was stirring, not even a nargle.
The shoes were placed by the bedsides with care,
In hopes that Nicholas Flamel soon would be there.
The students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Honeyduke's danced in their heads.
And Luna in her nightie, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for our long winter's nap.
When out on the pitch 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 curtains and looked through the glass.
The full moon's light on the new-fallen snow
Gave the appearance of mid-day to objects below.
When my wondering eyes are drawn to the forces,
Of a miniature coach, and eight flying white horses.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Nick.
More rapid than dragons his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Wintry! now, Snowy! now, Foggy and Rainy!
On, Windy! On, April! On, Misty and Sunny!
To the top of the post! to the top of the tower!
Now dash away! Dash away! Don't ever cower!"
As bludgers that before the wild beaters fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, fly through the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the coach full of gifts, and Nicholas too.
And then, in a moment, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney 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 gifts 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 on 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 thin face and a little to no belly,
He shook when he laughed, in his entirety!
He was thin and fit, much like a house 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.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the shoes, 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 coach, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like they were wings on a thestral.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"A Merry Yule to all, and to all a good-night!"