Twas the night before Christmas.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a coder was coding, not even digitalmouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that BYOND 4.0 soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of a better BYOND 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 sprang from the computer to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like Flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objs below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Dan, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little mystery driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Crasher! now, Fancier! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the forum! 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, Move() to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of goodies, and DanTom too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little spoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney DanTom came with a bound.
It was dressed all in fur, from its head to its foot,
And its clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of features he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a God 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 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;
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, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Posted by Polaris8920 on Saturday, December 24, 2005 04:11PM
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