The night before Christmas

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Material Information

Title:
The night before Christmas
Series Title:
Father Tuck's nursery tales series
Physical Description:
14 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 28 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
Moore, Clement Clarke, 1779-1863
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Co., Ltd ( Publisher )
Publisher:
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Co., Ltd
Place of Publication:
New York ;
London ;
Paris
Publication Date:

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Santa Claus -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Christmas -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1905
Genre:
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- New York -- New York
England -- London
France -- Paris

Notes

General Note:
Cover title.
General Note:
Date of publication inferred from back cover: "Art publishers to their Majesties, the King and Queen," so publication must be after Queen Victoria's death in 1901.
General Note:
"No. 1744 designed by the studios in England"--cover.

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of Florida
Rights Management:
All applicable rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier:
aleph - 002341754
notis - ALU5671
oclc - 181645697
System ID:
UF00079872:00001

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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,

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XWhen out on the lawn arose such a clatter,

I sprang frwo 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.

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so lively and quick,

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be St. Nick!

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eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

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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,

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His cheeks were like roses,

his nose like

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His droll little mouth

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was as white as the snow.

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He had a broad face and a little round belly,


That shook when he laughed, like a bowl

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He was chubby and plump-

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saw him,

in spite of myself.

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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


And I heard him exclaim

ere he drove

out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all,

Sand to all

a good-night!"


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