T’was the Night before Christmas(at our home)

“…..The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there…”    So wrote New York Bishop Clemenet Clarke Moore in 1822.  Moore already was well known for officiating at the swearing in of our first President, George Washington.  At our home was Marlee so full of life. Doesn’t know that she’s supposed to be in bed with visions of cat delicacies dancing in her head.

And mamma in her shawl and Misty in her fur cap Had just settled in for a long night’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.”

On our mantle was an angel carved by our friend Bill Jordan.  “..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 St Nicholas came with a bound.”   He must have seen the angel, but “…went straight to his work And filled all the stocking, 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!'”


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