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Twas the Night Before..........

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At this time of year, with the traditional festive season's greetings of good wishes, good cheer, good will and good fortune upon us for Christmas and the coming year, the child in us all sees the true meaning of Christmas as a time of generosity of spirit , of giving, providing food, warmth, shelter and comfort to all those we are able to reach out to, near or far.

The almost timeless telling of Santa's sleigh ride on Christmas Eve brings innocent wonder to the minds eye of toddlers and near tears of nostalgia to those same toddlers, now all grown up, seeking that treasured wonder and return to innocence we all once knew and lost as growing older took hold. It's why there is a child in us all who needs little encouragement to leave at chimney breast or door, mince pies and a tipple for Santa, together with carrots and cookies for Rudolph and his team of reindeers. We all need that magic, that belief.

A Very Merry Christmas and a Very Very Happy New Year to you and yours from me and mine. May all your wishes come true.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn 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 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 miniature 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 eagles his coursers 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 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 house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning 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 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 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 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 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,
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!"

Clement Clarke Moore







Posted by wilvir

24th Dec 2015, 00:20  

nige says:

Absolutely. Wishing you a magical season, seen through the eyes of a child.

24th Dec 2015, 13:53

EJ says:

Merry Christmas
PS I've just checked online and he's already delivered a million and a half gifts and is currently over Indonesia

24th Dec 2015, 15:49

Gael says:

Happy Christmas

24th Dec 2015, 17:29

MaggieD says:

'Christmas as a time of generosity of spirit, of giving, providing food, warmth, shelter and comfort to all those we are able to reach out to, near or far.'

I am with you on this:) Hope Mr Cameron takes this on board when he talks about Christian values (in the light of the refugee crisis).

Wishing you and all your family a happy and healthy christmas and new year.
Oh, and I do like your pic:)

24th Dec 2015, 17:49

wilvir says:

Nige, EJ, Gael and MaggieD,

Many thanks for your comments, they are very much appreciated, crossing boundaries and distances between us like the freedom of a wind. I wish I had that freedom to reach out and thank everyone personally for sharing the generosity of spirit so often found here. Merry Christmas.

24th Dec 2015, 19:05

Viv says:

Always a favourite :)

24th Dec 2015, 19:05

Jig along says:

Merry Christmas Wilvir

24th Dec 2015, 23:28

Dhamaka says:

what a lovely warming shot! Merry Christmas and sorry I've posted so late x

31st Dec 2015, 11:28

wilvir says:

Hi to Viv, Jig along and Dhamaka,

Good to hear from you and I trust the seasons festivities went well in your own neck of the woods. Happy New Year.

2nd Jan 2016, 01:08