‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

A Visit From St. Nicholas

By Clement Clarke Moore – 1823
Edited by Carl Suit – 2010

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Hawk Haven
Not a creature was stirring, neither rabbit nor raven;
The bottles were corked in the wine rack with care,
Ready for wine lovers everywhere.

The grapevines were nestled all snug in their rows,
Thinking of springtime and how much they’d grow;
Kenna in her ‘kerchief, and Todd in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out over the vineyard there arose such a clatter,
Todd sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the grapevines and new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a slow-flying sleigh, and eight tired reindeer,

Its little old driver seemed tired and sick,
In a moment Todd figured it must be St. Nick.
Wobbling and weaving his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them some names;

We’re all very tired, but try not to stall!
If you jerks keep on bouncing I’m going to fall!”

They dipped and they dived as they came on the fly,
They came down so fast Santa thought he would die.
As Todd drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Into the tasting room St. Nick came with a bound.

“I’m tired of eggnog and fed up with milk,
Gingerbread cookies and all of their ilk.
There’s one thing on Santa’s list come Christmas-time,
What I wouldn’t give for a good glass of wine!”

“Now I know you two Wuerker’s have been good all year,
could you help Santa get back some of his Christmas cheer?”
So Todd grabbed a bottle, and Kenna a glass;
To show old St. Nick they did Christmas with class.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his drink,
Then filled their two stockings; and turned with a wink,
There were homes left to visit St. Nick had to go,
He jumped out the door to his sleigh in the snow;

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,

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