Justin Fletcher reads The Night Before Christmas. A festive tale about the night before Christmas and all the excitement it brings.
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Are you excited for Christmas Day, tomorrow?
So am I.
Have you hung your stocking,
and left a glass of milk for Father Christmas?
Well, tonight's magical bedtime story is all about Christmas Eve,
and Father Christmas coming.
So snuggle down,
and start getting excited!
It's called The Night Before Christmas,
and is written by Clement C Moore,
with illustrations by Mark Marshall.
'Twas the night before Christmas
when all through the house
not a creature was stirring,
not even a...
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hope that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Us children were nestled all snug in our beds,
while visions of sugarplums danced in our heads.
And Mama, in her kerchief,
and Dada, in his cap,
had just settled down for a long winter's nap...
..when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter!
I sprang from the 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,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now, Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner! Ooh, and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall.
Now, dash away, dash away,
dash away, all!
Ho, ho, ho!
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 Nicolas 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 peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled!
His dimples - how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a...
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 round little 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 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.
He sprang to his sleigh,
to his team gave a whistle...
..and 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 goodnight!"
Well, it's almost Christmas Day.
So, quick - we'd better get to sleep so that Father Christmas will come.
I hope you all have a really magical Christmas.
Justin Fletcher tells this festive tale about the night before Christmas and all the excitement it brings.