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Then off he did fly like a lumbering float "On Beemer, on Caddie, on Lexus, and Ford, Then plopped in his seat and snapped with his reins: He tied each to his sled and affixed them with chains Saw a red-suited fat man repossessing their cars. #Toothfairy and santa claus poems windowsThey peeked out their windows and under the stars, They jumped up in fright with their teeth all a-chatter Then out on the street they heard glass start to shatter If it burns through the night then the family won't freeze. Their wood chairs were stacked in the fireplace by three's With visions of bills dancing 'round in their heads. The people were tossing and turning in beds Not a creature was sleeping - not pet, child or spouse. T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house The birth of the world wide web has changed everything, forever, and for those not prepared, earning a living could be a challenge. The classic "A Visit From Santa" MEETS Thomas Friedman's "The World Is Flat" in what could well become a new holiday classic. I can still remember the intense relief I felt that Santa would have no problem getting to my house. But, ah not to worry, by Christmas Eve we had at least a foot of snow on the ground. Humorous Poem About Putting Up The Christmas TreeĪs a child growing up in Newfoundland, I remember one Christmas when there was no snow a week before Christmas and how concerned I was that Santa might not be able to come without it. "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,Īnd away they all flew like the down of a thistle.īut I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,Īnd filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk,Īnd giving a nod, up the chimney he rose Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,Īnd I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself Ī wink of his eye and a twist of his head #Toothfairy and santa claus poems fullThat shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He had a broad face and a little round belly The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,Īnd the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,Īnd the beard on his chin was as white as the snow His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,Īnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot Ī bundle of toys he had flung on his back,Īnd he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.Īs I drew in my head, and was turning around,ĭown the chimney St. Nicholas too-Īnd then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof So up to the housetop the coursers they flew When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"Īs leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, ![]() To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen! "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,Īnd he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: #Toothfairy and santa claus poems driverWith a little old driver so lively and quick, When what to my wondering eyes did appear,īut a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads Īnd mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, The children were nestled all snug in their beds The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house The poem is the origin for many of the modern notions of Santa Claus, his plump and cheerful white-bearded look, the names of his reindeer, and even the tradition that he brings toys to children. It is also referenced with the title, "A Visit from St. Clement Clarke Moore wrote this poem in 1822 for his own children. ![]()
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