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DOCUMENT: "Account of a Visit From St. Nicholas" as printed (anonymously) in the New Brunswick (N.J.) Almanack for 1825 (Griggs & Dickinson, Philadelphia, for Joseph C. Griggs), pp. [25-26]; per Lawrence 1964 probably issued late 1824.
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Account of a Visit From St. Nicholas - Grigg's Almanack for 1825
1
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all
through
 the house,
2
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
3
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
4
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
5
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
6
While visions of
sugar plums danced in
 their heads,
7
And
Mamma
 in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
8
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap-
9
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
10
I
sprung
 from my bed to see what was the matter.
11
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
12
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
13
The moon on the breast of the
new-fallen snow
14
Gave the lustre of
mid-day
 to objects below;
15
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
16
But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny
rein-deer
17
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
18
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
19
More rapid than eagles  his coursers they came,
20
And he whistled, and shouted, and
called
 them by name;
21
'Now! Dasher, now! Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen,
22
On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem:
23
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
24
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!'
25
As dry leaves before
 the wild hurricane fly,
26
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
27
So up to the
house-top
 the coursers they flew,
28
With a sleigh full of
Toys
 - and St. Nicholas too:
29
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
30
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
31
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
32
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
33
He was
dressed
 all in fur, from his head to his foot,
34
And his clothes were all
tarnished
 with ashes and soot.
35
A bundle of
toys was flung
 on his back,
36
And he
look'd like a pedlar
 just opening his pack.
37
His eyes---how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,
38
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry,
39
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
40
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
41
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
42
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
43
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
44
That shook when he laughed like a
bowl full
 of jelly:
45
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
46
And I
laughed
 when I saw him in spite of myself.
47
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
48
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
49
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
50
And
filled
 all the stockings; then
turned
 with a jerk,
51
And laying his finger aside of his nose
52
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
53
He
sprung
 to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
54
Away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
55
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
56
'Happy Christmas
 to all, 'to all a good night.'