Uncle Grandpa's The Night Before Christmas

Story
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 Uncle Grandpa and the gang would be there; The stockings hung by the chimney with care.

The friends were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I srang from the 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.

I sprang from the bed, the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature RV, and 8 reindeer.

Through the window Uncle Grandpa crosses the field with a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must ben 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 a obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the UG-RV has full of toys, and Pizza Steve and Mr. Gus too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney Uncle Grandpa 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 toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eye-how they're very wide! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like white, his now 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 grandpa's face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was weird and funny, a right jolly old Pizza Steve's 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 gang 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, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"