Ok now this is a story that I heard of a million times, but I've always loved it. Why? I have no idea but something about it makes the old Christmas magic, yeah I still do believe in certain types of 'magic'. Anyway here is Eve's version of
Twas the Night Before Christmas. Written by Clement Moore.
Hope you all enjoy one of the Christmas Specials that I've put together.
More shall be up before and during Christmas day.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
That is until a Eve awoke from such a clatter,
She sprang from bed to see what was the matter.
Running at the speed of light,
She fought it was still night,
For who could be up,
With all piled up?
Passing the stockings that were hung with care,
And the presents that were there.
For looking out she saw new-fallen snow,
Giving the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When to her wondering big brown eyes,
Eight cute Sawbucks arise.
For in moments she knew the he drew near
And to her delight he'd appeared
Dressed in red and white facial hair,
All she could do was stare.
"Now Dasher!now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
Snow lifted like a blizzard
And stars a scattered.
Stunned by the sight
At her fist sight of flight.
Yet hearing little hoofs,
Prancing and pawing on the roof,
She withdrew from her spot,
Before she was caught.
Eyes shimmering with curiosity
And her meekly moves,
She watched from a far
At the bizarre.
For this was her first Christmas
And she was left breathless,
For here he was with a bundle of toys
And not making a noise.
Dimples full of merry
And a nose like a cherry,
His broad face and round belly
Shook like a bowlful of jelly.
Yet with a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Eve knew that she 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 she heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"