A Visit from St. Nick - a poem reworded, with stencils of course!
Hi Stencil Lovers! Carol Baxter here to regale you with a poem (with apologies to original authorClement Clark Moore. I hope he knows, wherever he might be, that his poem, commonly know as "Twas the Night Before Christmas" but actually titled, "A Visit from St. Nick", has brought a lot of joy and laughter to people over the years.) However you are celebrating December and all the month entails, I hope you get a kick out of playing this little game. Let's find out how well you know the poem and how well you know the stencils!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the
was stirring, not even a mouse;
by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of
danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our
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
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the
and threw up the sash.
on the breast of the new-fallen
Gave a luster of midday to objects below,
When what to my
eyes did appear,
and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than
his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the
that before the wild
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So, up to the house-top the coursers they flew
And then, in a twinkling
I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my
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
his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a
He had a broad 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;
A wink of his eye; and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his
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
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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