24 December 2008

Twas the Night Before Christmas and Bob Dylan

Twas the Night before Christmas Poem

You'll have to imagine Bob Dylan performing this. We heard him Monday night on his radio show on SIRIUS. It was priceless. I need to get this audio somehow.

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 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 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, on Donner 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 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 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!"


Mary said...

That was great, Vickie! We have XM, I wonder if he's on there as well.

Have a wonderful Christmas with your family. Enjoy that adorable Lady K : )

Vickie said...

Mary: He is. Once XM and Sirius merged, Deep Tracks was one of the channels that was kept and Bob Dylan's show is on Deep Tracks on Monday nights. Not sure what time, we listened at 6pm Mountain time. It was good.

You and yours vave a wonderful Christmas too! Lady K is definitely ready for the man in red to make his show. = )

____Maggie said...

Ah, my favorite children's story. Makes me want to run and put on mu PJs and eat Christmas cookies! Merry Christmas to you and Lady K! :)

Vickie said...

Maggie: Merry Christmas to you and yours as well.

Brit' Gal Sarah said...

Excellent Vickie, Merry Christmas to your family.

Vickie said...

I wish you could hear Lady K, my 5 year old, do her Bob Dylan voice. She is so funny. I just 'performed' the poem and she glommed onto the voice. DH is over in his chair, about to get a brain spaz from laughing so hard.

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