Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Three stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
A child was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of tomorrows presents danced in his head.
Papa in his 'kerchief, and Daddy in his sweater,
Had just snuggled under blankets to hide from winter's brutal weather.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Kurt sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Kurt 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 Kurt's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
He 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 Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
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, Kurt heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
It was then that Blaine awoke with a fright
To the thunder of clatter that rang through the night.
As Kurt dashed from the room and Blaine followed him around
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red, 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.
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 Blaine laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let Kurt know he 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!
Not a moment later little Harper appeared
He smiled at all of the presents under the tree and cheered.
Kurt picked up his son, and to the window the three fled
To get one last glimpse of the man and his sled.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But the AnderHummel family heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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Merry Christmas Eve!! I just thought this story was appropriate for today. I had fun incorporating Kurt, Blaine, and Harper into this well known poem. I do not own the poem*
I Hope Everyone Has A Magical Holiday This Season <3
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