Twas the night before ChristmasWhen all through the houseNot a creature was stirringNot even a mouseThe stockings were hungBy the chimney with careIn hopes that St NicholasSoon would be thereThe children were nestledAll snug in their bedsWhile visions of sugar-plums danced in their headsAnd mamma in her 'kerchiefAnd I in my capHad just settled our brainsFor a long winter's napWhen out on the lawnThere arose such a clatterI sprang from the bedTo see what was the matterAway to the windowI flew like a flashTore open the shuttersAnd threw up the sashThe moon on the breastOf the new-fallen snowGave the lustre of mid-dayTo objects belowWhen, what to myWondering eyes should appearBut a miniature sleighAnd eight tinny reindeerWith a little old driver, so lively and quickI knew in a momentIt must be St NickMore rapid than eaglesHis coursers they cameAnd he whistled, and shoutedAnd called them by name!"Now Dasher! now, Dancer!Now, Prancer and Vixen!On, Comet! On, Cupid!On, 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 beforeThe wild hurricane flyWhen they meet with an obstacle, mount to the skySo up to the house-topThe coursers they flewWith the sleigh full of ToysAnd St Nicholas tooAnd then, in a twinklingI heard on the roofThe prancing and pawingOf each little hoofAs I drew in my headAnd was turning aroundDown the chimney St NicholasCame with a boundHe was dressed all in furFrom his head to his footAnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and sootA bundle of ToysHe had flung on his backAnd he looked like a peddlerJust opening his packHis eyes-how they twinkled!His dimples how merry!His cheeks were like rosesHis nose like a cherry!His droll little mouthWas drawn up like a bowAnd the beard of his chinWas as white as the snowThe stump of a pipeHe held tight in his teethAnd the smoke it encircledHis head like a wreathHe had a broad faceAnd a little round bellyThat shook when he laughedLike a bowlful of jelly!He was chubby and plumpA right jolly old elfAnd I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!A wink of his eyeAnd a twist of his headSoon gave me to knowI had nothing to dreadHe spoke not a wordBut went straight to his workAnd filled all the stockingsThen turned with a jerkAnd laying his fingerAside of his noseAnd giving a nodUp the chimney he rose!He sprang to his sleighTo his team gave a whistleAnd away they all flewLike the down of a thistleBut I heard him exclaim'Ere he drove out of sight"Happy Christmas to allAnd to all a good-night!"
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Loretta Lynn (nacida como Loretta Webb; Butcher Hollow, Kentucky; 14 de abril de 1932-Hurricane Mills, Tennessee; 4 de octubre de 2022) fue una cantante y compositora de música country y filántropa estadounidense.
== Biografía ==
Nacida en Butcher Hollow,…
