Elins julekalender 2011: luke 12

T’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 sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma 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 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.

Fra Twas the Night Before Christmas : A Visit from St. Nicholas skrevet av Clement C. Moore. Hvis du har lyst til å lese hele rimet, kan du gjøre det på The Gutenberg Project.

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