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A Visit From St. Nicholas
The Night Before Christmas
By Clement Moore - 1823
Continued from Page 1
Illustration of the Night Before Christmas
"When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer"
By F.O.C. Darley
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When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my 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 a lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
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;
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