The Night Before Christmas /p5
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.