Twas The Night Before Christmas

Christmas Mouse by Warmth

'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 winters nap.

Photo magnet by Quilts by Elsie

When out on the roof 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 shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow

gave the 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 than eagles, his coursers they came,

and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Rudolf by Birdiecrochet

"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.

Pastel by Yankee Burrow

He was dressed all in fun, 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 sack.

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 on his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of his 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 bowl full 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.

Stocking by Annesknitsjr

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!"

by Clement Clarke Moore

From The CraftStar family to yours....

Have a Happy Holiday

and a

Very Merry Christmas.