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CBeebies Bedtime Story.
There. That's nearly done.
Hello. I'm Simon.
I've nearly finished
decorating this tree,
and just in time, as it's Christmas Eve.
Soon it'll be time for you to settle down to sleep
so that a very special visitor can arrive,
a special visitor who has quite a lot of different names.
but you probably know him as Father Christmas.
Or Santa Claus.
Tonight's story was written long ago,
when Father Christmas was known as St Nicholas.
Let me tell you 'Twas The Night Before Christmas
by Clement C Moore
and John Joven.
It was 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 sugarplums danced in their heads
And Mama 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 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 lustre 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, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came
He whistled, shouted, 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!"
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 pedlar 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
The beard on 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
I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
A wink of his eye, 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
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
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!"
That story was called
'Twas The Night Before Christmas.
Tonight is the night before Christmas Day.
So, it's time for you to go to bed,
close your eyes and fall asleep,
so that Father Christmas can visit you
Have a lovely day tomorrow.
And, to you, good night.
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