Squirl's Nest

Monday, December 24, 2007

Although it's been said many times many ways

Merry Christmas to you!


by Clement Clarke Moore

'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 St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children 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 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 the 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,

I knew in a moment it must be 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 an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-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 hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas 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 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."

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Blogger Danielle said...

Merry Christmas to you too. And Happy Winter Soltice.

Mon Dec 24, 10:08:00 AM  
Blogger Bone Machine said...

May your Christmas be merry and your 2008 nothing less than sparkling (in a non-winter precipitation kind of way).

Mon Dec 24, 10:51:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love your tree. No vacuuming up needles with that one. Merry Christmas, my sweet (classy) sister.

Mon Dec 24, 11:05:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Danielle, thank you, you too!

Bone, you're makin' me teary-eyed. Thanks so much and the same to you. :-)

Susie, thanks! Ichabod made a new whiteboard and I thought I'd throw together a tree. Merry Christmas to my lovely sister who watches out for walls.

Mon Dec 24, 11:19:00 AM  
Blogger Jim said...

Merry Christmas, Squirl-Bob. Here's another favorite:

"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
"Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?


VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Mon Dec 24, 11:21:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Jim, thanks for reminding me about Virginia and the hope she was given. Merry Christmas to you and your mom!

Mon Dec 24, 11:30:00 AM  
Blogger eclectic said...

Just make sure your chest-nuts aren't roasting -- stay out of those tanning beds! Aaaaaaaand, that concludes our public service announcement portion of today's comment.

Happy Merry HalloThanksKwanNukkahSolsticeMas!!!

Mon Dec 24, 11:48:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Eclectic, I will stay white as Christmas and out of the tanning beds. And I just got a very special package! Thank you! Happy Merry HalloThanksKwanNukkahSolsticeMas!!!

Mon Dec 24, 12:01:00 PM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

Um, I don't want to alarm, you but...


Back away slowly, don't make eye contact, and you may be spared. ;)

Mon Dec 24, 01:46:00 PM  
Blogger here today, gone tomorrow said...

Happy Christmas, squirl.

Mon Dec 24, 02:28:00 PM  
Blogger Mr. Bloggerific Himself said...

Should dry erase be forgot
and permanent used instead
kick some ass and take some names
for old Sqrrrl's Nest....

"Look Daddy! Every time a Bloggy posts, an angel pees on his head!"

Mon Dec 24, 04:05:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Bucky, I flattened the sucker with the whiteboard so it's safe now!

Thanks, htgt!

Mr B, thanks for the song and the chuckle. Happiest of holidays to you.

Mon Dec 24, 04:18:00 PM  
Blogger Ern said...

Merry Christmas!

Mon Dec 24, 07:09:00 PM  
Blogger SierraBella said...

Happy Holidays Squirl!
I like your tree too... very modern.

Tue Dec 25, 12:05:00 AM  
Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Merry Christmas, dear Squril!

May peace and plenty be the first to lift the latch on your door, and happiness be guided to your home by the candle of Christmas. (A Celtic Blessing)

Tue Dec 25, 02:08:00 AM  
Blogger Mr. Bloggerific Himself said...


Merry Christmas! Santa wuz HERE!

Tue Dec 25, 07:15:00 AM  
Blogger Danielle said...

I'm glad you posted the poem. It is fun to read on a Christmas morning while waiting for HB to awaken.

You make me smile, Squirly dear.

Tue Dec 25, 09:24:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Ern, thanks! Merry Christmas to you, too!

Sierrabella, so nice to see you. Merry Christmas!

Nick, I love that quote. I'll have to remember it. Merry Christmas to you and Alex!

Mr B, yes he was. Merry Christmas! :-)

Danielle, I'm glad that you smiled here. Merry Christmas to you and HB!

Tue Dec 25, 11:59:00 AM  
Blogger eclectic said...

Holiday Hugs to you my sister!! Hope you have a very merry day!

Tue Dec 25, 03:06:00 PM  
Blogger Courtney said...

Happy ChristmaHanauKwanstice!

Tue Dec 25, 05:48:00 PM  
Blogger Nina said...

Merry Christmas, and a wonderful New Year to you and yours!

Tue Dec 25, 10:51:00 PM  
Blogger tshsmom said...

I LOVE Nick's quote!

MERRY CHRISTMAS to everyone here in Squirland!

Wed Dec 26, 08:35:00 AM  
Blogger tweetey30 said...

Merry Christmas Squirl. Its day late but hubby had the computer yesterday.

Wed Dec 26, 11:28:00 AM  
Blogger von Krankipantzen said...

Wishing you a fabulous 2008!

Wed Dec 26, 03:02:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas to you and Ichabod, Squirl! I hope yu had a lovely day. Here's to a great 2008 for all of us.

Wed Dec 26, 04:47:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Thank you, everyone. I hope your days were wonderful. Thank you for being my blog friends and relatives.

I love everyone of you!

Thu Dec 27, 08:26:00 AM  

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