Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings all hung by the chimney with care, inhopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all safe in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And Mama in hMerry Christmas I in my cap, ha* just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out andthe lawn there arose    h a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see whA Very Happy New Year!ay to th   I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The     the breast of the new fallen snow, gave thFrom The Blue Flameto object      en what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sltiny reindeer. With the little old driver so lively and quick, it must be Saint Nick! More rapid than eagles, his cours     whistled and shouted and calledthem by name: Now Dasher! No     Now Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid!On Donner and Blitzen! To t     o the top of the wall, now dash away! dash away! dash              fore the wild hurricane flywhen they meet with an obs             p to the house top, the coursers they flew, with a        nt Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling I hd pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a ////////    is head to his foot, and his clothes we////////    dle of toys he hadslung on his back, and he looked like a dler just opening his pack. His eye