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 author Clement 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 

Not a 

  

was stirring, not even a mouse;

The 

by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The 

 

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.

The 

on the breast of the new-fallen 

Gave a luster of midday to objects below,

When what to my

 eyes did appear,

But a 

 

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, 

on, 

on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the 

!
Now 

away! 

 

away! 

away all!"

As 

that before the wild 

 

fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So, up to the house-top the coursers they flew

With the 

and 



 too—

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,

And 

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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