24th Dec, 2009



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 Saint Nicholas
Soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And mama in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter!
Away to the window I flew in 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 minature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer
With a little old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment, it must be Saint 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 meet with an obstacle mount to the sky,
So to the housetop the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of toys and Saint 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 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 encirlced his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a round little belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was jolly 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.
santa-pic-chimneyHe 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:





A very merry Christmas from the Admiral management and staff to every one of you. May your holidays, whether they be Kwanzaa, Chanukah, Solstice or Christmas, be bright and filled with joy,  peace and good fellowship.

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