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Hello, there! | 0:00:06 | 0:00:08 | |
I'm Justin. | 0:00:08 | 0:00:09 | |
Are you excited for Christmas Day, tomorrow? | 0:00:09 | 0:00:12 | |
Woohoo! | 0:00:12 | 0:00:14 | |
So am I. | 0:00:14 | 0:00:15 | |
Have you hung your stocking, | 0:00:15 | 0:00:17 | |
and left a glass of milk for Father Christmas? | 0:00:17 | 0:00:20 | |
Oh, brilliant! | 0:00:20 | 0:00:21 | |
Well, tonight's magical bedtime story is all about Christmas Eve, | 0:00:21 | 0:00:28 | |
and Father Christmas coming. | 0:00:28 | 0:00:31 | |
So snuggle down, | 0:00:31 | 0:00:33 | |
and start getting excited! | 0:00:33 | 0:00:36 | |
It's called The Night Before Christmas, | 0:00:36 | 0:00:39 | |
and is written by Clement C Moore, | 0:00:39 | 0:00:41 | |
with illustrations by Mark Marshall. | 0:00:41 | 0:00:44 | |
'Twas the night before Christmas | 0:00:45 | 0:00:48 | |
when all through the house | 0:00:48 | 0:00:50 | |
not a creature was stirring, | 0:00:50 | 0:00:53 | |
not even a... | 0:00:53 | 0:00:55 | |
SQUEAKING | 0:00:55 | 0:00:56 | |
..mouse. | 0:00:56 | 0:00:57 | |
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, | 0:00:58 | 0:01:02 | |
in hope that St Nicholas soon would be there. | 0:01:02 | 0:01:06 | |
Us children were nestled all snug in our beds, | 0:01:07 | 0:01:11 | |
while visions of sugarplums danced in our heads. | 0:01:11 | 0:01:16 | |
And Mama, in her kerchief, | 0:01:16 | 0:01:18 | |
and Dada, in his cap, | 0:01:18 | 0:01:20 | |
had just settled down for a long winter's nap... | 0:01:20 | 0:01:24 | |
..when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter! | 0:01:26 | 0:01:30 | |
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. | 0:01:30 | 0:01:34 | |
Away to the window I flew like a flash, | 0:01:34 | 0:01:37 | |
tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. | 0:01:37 | 0:01:40 | |
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow | 0:01:42 | 0:01:46 | |
gave the lustre of midday to objects below... | 0:01:46 | 0:01:50 | |
..when what to my wondering eyes should appear, | 0:01:51 | 0:01:56 | |
but a miniature sleigh | 0:01:56 | 0:01:58 | |
and eight tiny reindeer... | 0:01:58 | 0:02:00 | |
with a little old driver so lively and quick. | 0:02:01 | 0:02:05 | |
I knew in a moment | 0:02:05 | 0:02:08 | |
it must be St Nick! | 0:02:08 | 0:02:09 | |
More rapid than eagles his coursers, they came, | 0:02:11 | 0:02:14 | |
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. | 0:02:14 | 0:02:18 | |
HE WHISTLES | 0:02:18 | 0:02:20 | |
Now, Dasher! Now Dancer! | 0:02:20 | 0:02:22 | |
Now, Prancer and Vixen! | 0:02:22 | 0:02:25 | |
On, Comet! On, Cupid! | 0:02:25 | 0:02:28 | |
On, Donner! Ooh, and Blitzen! | 0:02:28 | 0:02:31 | |
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall. | 0:02:32 | 0:02:36 | |
Now, dash away, dash away, | 0:02:36 | 0:02:39 | |
dash away, all! | 0:02:39 | 0:02:41 | |
Ho, ho, ho! | 0:02:41 | 0:02:43 | |
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, | 0:02:43 | 0:02:47 | |
when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, | 0:02:47 | 0:02:52 | |
so up to the house top the coursers they flew, | 0:02:52 | 0:02:55 | |
with the sleigh full of toys and St Nicolas too. | 0:02:55 | 0:03:00 | |
And then, in a twinkling, | 0:03:00 | 0:03:03 | |
I heard on the roof, | 0:03:03 | 0:03:05 | |
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. | 0:03:05 | 0:03:09 | |
As I drew in my head and was turning around, | 0:03:10 | 0:03:14 | |
down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound. | 0:03:14 | 0:03:18 | |
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, | 0:03:18 | 0:03:22 | |
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. | 0:03:22 | 0:03:27 | |
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, | 0:03:27 | 0:03:31 | |
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. | 0:03:31 | 0:03:35 | |
His eyes - how they twinkled! | 0:03:36 | 0:03:39 | |
His dimples - how merry! | 0:03:39 | 0:03:41 | |
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a... | 0:03:41 | 0:03:45 | |
BEEP! | 0:03:45 | 0:03:46 | |
..cherry. | 0:03:46 | 0:03:47 | |
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, | 0:03:47 | 0:03:50 | |
and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. | 0:03:50 | 0:03:54 | |
He had a broad face and a round little belly | 0:03:55 | 0:03:59 | |
that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:03 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, | 0:04:05 | 0:04:09 | |
and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. | 0:04:09 | 0:04:14 | |
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head | 0:04:14 | 0:04:18 | |
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. | 0:04:18 | 0:04:23 | |
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, | 0:04:23 | 0:04:26 | |
and filled all the stockings | 0:04:26 | 0:04:29 | |
then turned with a jerk. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:32 | |
And, laying his finger aside of his nose, | 0:04:32 | 0:04:35 | |
and giving a nod, | 0:04:35 | 0:04:37 | |
up the chimney he rose. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:40 | |
He sprang to his sleigh, | 0:04:40 | 0:04:42 | |
to his team gave a whistle... | 0:04:42 | 0:04:44 | |
HE WHISTLES | 0:04:44 | 0:04:46 | |
..and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. | 0:04:46 | 0:04:50 | |
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, | 0:04:51 | 0:04:56 | |
"Happy Christmas to all, | 0:04:56 | 0:04:59 | |
"and to all a goodnight!" | 0:04:59 | 0:05:02 | |
Well, it's almost Christmas Day. | 0:05:05 | 0:05:08 | |
So, quick - we'd better get to sleep so that Father Christmas will come. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:13 | |
I hope you all have a really magical Christmas. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:17 | |
Take care. | 0:05:17 | 0:05:18 | |
Sleep well. | 0:05:18 | 0:05:19 | |
Goodnight! | 0:05:19 | 0:05:21 |