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Twas the Night Before Christmas - 2007

 

i posted this picture of our first quiet Christmas Eve dinner at Remi Lake in 2007...

it has been our Christmas card to you each year since then...

Penny and ....peter:)

 

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Twas the Night before Christmas

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 our brains 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, 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 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 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 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!"

.

Twas the Night Before Christmas - 2007

 

i posted this picture of our first quiet Christmas Eve dinner at Remi Lake in 2007...

it has been our Christmas card to you each year since then...

Penny and ....peter:)

 

.

Twas the Night before Christmas

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 our brains 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, 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 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 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 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!"

.

comments (18)

And Merry Christmas to you and your family.
  • Ray
  • Thailand
  • 24 Dec 2016, 04:18
Still a pleasant image, Peter.
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 24 Dec 2016, 06:16
A very warm, homely atmosphere - I wish you both a very Merry Christmas! Later I have to read the poem.
  • Chris
  • England
  • 24 Dec 2016, 06:36
Very nice too Peter
  • Anne
  • France
  • 24 Dec 2016, 07:06
Merry Christmas, Peter!
  • Martine
  • France
  • 24 Dec 2016, 07:08
Merci beaucoup pour tes vœux. Joyeux Noël à  toi aussi ainsi qu'à  tes proches.
  • Lisl
  • Bath, England
  • 24 Dec 2016, 07:22
And still conveys your message. And Happy Christmas to all of you
  • Astrid
  • Netherlands
  • 24 Dec 2016, 07:47
This looks very cozy to me and I do hope that you always dine with candle light, like Ginnie and I do. It is so important to take time to eat and have a listening ear... Merry Christmas to you and Penny.
What nicer card could you post Peter?

Happy Christmas to Penny and you
It looks so beautifully Christmassy Peter, may you and Penny have a very happy weekend.
  • Maria-Lina
  • Brownsburg Chatham, Québec, Canada
  • 24 Dec 2016, 11:50
Quelle magnifique ambiance, tout est tellement beau, magnifique!!! Un gros merci! Je vous souhaite à  tous les deux et tous les vôtres, un très beau Noël, dans la joie, la douceur, la tendresse et l'amour! Gros bisou!
It couldn't be nicer. Have a wonderful Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas to you and Penny.
It's still does the job, Peter. A very happy Christmas to you you and yours.
Great pic, Peter - positively professional level.
  • CherryPie
  • Great Britain (UK)
  • 25 Dec 2016, 00:13
Merry Christmas to you and Penny smile
And I, as well as the others I see, still love it! Thank you!
J'aime l'ambiance chaleureuse et belle de votre maison à  Penny et toi. Comme on doit être bien chez vous. Bisous bisous bisous

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