The Night before Christmas in Wonderland

Twas the night before Christmas and in any house

Not a creature was stirring, not even Dormouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

And even some socks, as urged on by the Hare.

The Wonderlandians were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of teapots danced in their heads.

And the Queen in her red robe, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When in the Palace Garden there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed, thinking it might be the Hatter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.

The moon reflected off some new-fallen snow

The Queen I was ready to awaken and show!

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, dressed all in a red

That rivaled the Queen's, and I watched in mere dread.

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 Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the palace! 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 the intruder 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 the man 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.

A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back,

If he hadn't been so kind, I'd have had a heart attack!

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 of 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.

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!

The Queen ran in, demanding to know about the noise

So I told her about the man and of the Christmas joys

We ran to the window, just as he drove out of sight,

Saying, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"