THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS (A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS) by Clement Clarke Moore THE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION, 1988 'Twas 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 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 mid-day 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 ea...