Episode Transcript
Speaker 0 00:00:00 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 their, the children were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of sugar, plums danced in their heads and mama and 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 my 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 luster 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.
Speaker 0 00:01:07 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 Donner and blitz and 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 a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prem Singh and pawing of each little Hough 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 set 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 and circled his
Speaker 1 00:02:59 Head like a wreath. He had a broad little face and a little round belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right, jolly old elf. And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself with a wink of his eye, added a twist of his head. He 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 a way they all flew like the down of a thistle, but I heard him exclaim and he drove out of sight Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
