Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the cottage
not a vampire was stirring, not even our Nessie.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

Renesme was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of Jacob danced in her head.
I with no shirt, and Bella in lace,
were covered in feathers from our latest embrace.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the feathers to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and broke through the glass.

The new moon on the breast of the fallen snow
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my vampire eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight ugly wolves.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew by his thoughts it was St Nick.
More rapid than the Volturi his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Paul! Now, Seth Now, Leah and Embry!
On, Quill On, Sam, on Jake and Billy!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the cottage-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and a blood donor too.

I heard on the roof
the scratching and scraping of each little paw.
As I drew in my head, and spun 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 the blood donor just stood there as he emptied 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 as white as the snow.

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
The pounding of is heart was quite strong in his chest; the smell of his blood was not the best!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old 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 stockings, then turned with a jerk.
A new wardrobe for Alice, a stereo for Emmett, soon our house was filled to its limit

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.
the wolves pulled and grunted as he drove out of sight, exclaiming, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a sparkly-night!"