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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, While
visions of sugarplums danced in their heads; And
Mama in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had
just settled our brains for a long winter'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. The
moon, of the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave
a luster of mid-day to objects below; When,
what to my wandering 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: "Now,
Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On,
Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder 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
a 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. He
was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And
his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; 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 a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And
the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; A
bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And
he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His
eyes how they twinkled; his dimples how merry! His
cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; He
had a broad face and a little round belly That
shook when he laughed, like a bowlful 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. 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 goodnight!" 
― Clement Clarke Moore 
A Music Box Christmas
Decorating the Christmas Tree, December 22, 2006
As a child, one of my first memories of Christmas was shaking a
present and hearing music. Whether you have memories of music boxes
from Christmas, a ballerina jewelry box from Childhood (where you
opened the box and the ballerina spun around as music played) or you
found yourself in a magical music box store, this creates the music
box mood. The authentic sounds are created by real music boxes which
makes this a unique find! This CD transports me back to my childhood
and is perfect for the holiday season. A wonderful scented
L'Occitane Winter Forest Candle also seems essential or you can play
this while decorating the Christmas tree or wrapping presents. The
magic of music boxes comes through perfectly and this CD takes you
to the place where Christmas dreams are born.
~The Rebecca Review
Betty Crocker Christmas Cookbook
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9 of Christmas Symbols & Traditions
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you remember to sprinkle oatmeal mixed
with glitter in your yard for
Santa's reindeers? ;>
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