Dear Santa Claus By: Various
First Page: [Illustration] [Illustration] Dear Santa Claus Charming Holiday Stories for Boys and Girls [Illustration] HANDSOMELY ILLUSTRATED Copyright, 1901, by W. B. Conkey Company Chicago W. B. CONKEY COMPANY PUBLISHERS [Illustration] The Night Before Christmas. [Illustration] [Illustration] '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 the hope 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. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] And mamma 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 the lustre of midday 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. [Illustration] [Illustration] More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer! Now, Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Dunder and Blixen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall! Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away! All!" As dry leaves 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. [Illustration] [Illustration] And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] 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 pedlar 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 on his chin was as white as the snow. [Illustration] 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, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" [Illustration] The Night After Christmas. [Illustration] 'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring excepting a mouse. The stockings were flung in haste over the chair, For hopes of St. Nicholas were no longer there. The children were restlessly tossing in bed, For the pie and the candy were heavy as lead; While mamma in her kerchief, and I in my gown, Had just made up our minds that we would not lie down, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter. Away to the window I went with a dash, Flung open the shutter, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of noon day to objects below, I knew at a glance it must be Dr... Continue reading book >>

Dear Santa Claus By: Various

First Page:

[Illustration]

Dear Santa Claus

Charming Holiday Stories for Boys and Girls

[Illustration]

HANDSOMELY ILLUSTRATED

Chicago W. B. CONKEY COMPANY PUBLISHERS

[Illustration]

The Night Before Christmas.

[Illustration]

'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 the hope 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.

[Illustration]

And mamma 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 the lustre of midday 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.

[Illustration]

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer! Now, Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Dunder and Blixen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall! Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away! All!" As dry leaves 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.

[Illustration]

And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

[Illustration]

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 pedlar 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 on his chin was as white as the snow.

[Illustration]

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, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

[Illustration]

The Night After Christmas.

[Illustration]

'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring excepting a mouse. The stockings were flung in haste over the chair, For hopes of St. Nicholas were no longer there. The children were restlessly tossing in bed, For the pie and the candy were heavy as lead; While mamma in her kerchief, and I in my gown, Had just made up our minds that we would not lie down, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter. Away to the window I went with a dash, Flung open the shutter, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of noon day to objects below, I knew at a glance it must be Dr... Continue reading book >>

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