Paulo Pascoal Before The Night Is Over At Luanda

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and 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 sugar-plums danced in their head. • Mom 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 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. • • The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow • Gave a lustre of mid-day to objects below. • When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, • But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer. • • With a little old driver, so lively and quick, • Well I knew in a moment it must be St Nick. • More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, • And he whistled, and shouted, and he called them by name! • • On, Dasher!O, Dancer! On, Prancer and Vixen! • On, Comet! On, Cupid! 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 before the wild hurricane fly, • When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. • So up to the roof-top the coursers they flew, • With the 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 furs, 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 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 in 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 he filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. • And laying his finger to the side 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, ‘as he drove out of sight, • Merry Christmas to all, and to all, good-night! • Read Aloud • Reading • Clement Clarke Moore • Being Read • Christmas Poem • 'Twas The Night Before Christmas - Narrated by Shane Wenzel • ----------------------------------------------------------- • Blog: https://shanewenzel.com/blog • Learn more: https://shanehomes.com • Follow Me on Social Media • Instagram: https://shanewenzel.com • Twitter: / shanewenzel • LinkedIn: https://ca.linkedin.com/in/shane-wenz...

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