The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas, soon would be there.
The Yah-Yahs were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Christmas hunks danced in their heads. The Cat Master in my nightie, and DH in the sack, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose 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 luster of midday 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 that 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 Donner 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 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 hunks, 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 head, 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 goodies 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 succulent mouth was stretched into a grin,
And he looked like a romance about to begin.
His shoulders were broad, as a good hunk's should be
And his arms were well muscled. What a nice sight to see!
He had a cute face and a tight, washboard belly,
That rippled when he laughed, made my knees turn to jelly!
He was handsome and ripped, a right hot jolly elf,
And I swooned 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 Yah-Yahs, and to all a good-night!"
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