Twas the night before Christmas, and all though the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, and you Wickies snores softly filled the air.
The three children were snuggled all nice in their beds, while visions of candy canes filled their heads. And Mama and Wickie, Luke doing fine, and me i dont ever seem to know where I am at this time.
When out by the lawn toys, there arose such a clatter, and Wickie got up to see what was the matter. He ruched to the window all covered in frost, when he opened his eyes his mind almost seemed lost.
The moon glistening out on the new fallen snow gave slight view on what was below. When before Wickie's small eyes should appear, a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
There was a tiny sleigh driver, so happy and quick. Wickie knew in a moment that it had to be St. Nick. The man was soon calling the reindeer by name; "On Dasher and Dancer! Come Comet and Vixen. On Coment, now Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen. To the top of the house! To the top of the wall! Fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!"
Away the sleigh went, all eight reindeer they flew. With a bag full of toys and St. Nicholas to.
Then in a junp-skip Wickie heard on the roof, the leaping a pawing of each little hoof. Wickie turned up his head and was turing around, he saw St. Nick shoot down the chimney with almost no sound.
The man was dressed in all fur, from his head to his toe. And his face was all dirty and smelled like mistletoe. A bag full of toys he held on his back, he looked like a camper, just opening his sack.
His eyes how they sparkled, his laugh, so merry! His face was like the flower and his nose was a cherry.
He held his pipe gently between his teeth, the smoke sircling his head like a fresh Christmas wreath. The man was quite round, ecpecally his belly. In a matter of fact he looked almost like jelly.
When ole St.Nick saw Wickie, he started to giggle. At the sound of his laugh, Santa started to wiggle. After that he did something that one might find sort of bizerk. He reached in his sack and got right to work. Filling the stockings, with candies the color of his nose, then turning around and up the chimney he rose!
He went up to his sleigh and gave his reindeer a shout. St.Nick and his reindeer were making their way out. But Wickie heard him shout into the night "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
