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, Then 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 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, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" 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. 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 cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful 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 good-night." Although Clement Moore fictionalizes the story of St. Nick in this classic tale, there was a real life Nicholas and he was raised a devout Christian. His history begins on the southern coast of Turkey during the third century. Once a year, around December 6th, he would secretly go through the town after dark and drop bags of gold coins through the windows of homes where children lived. Nicholas was considered a man of God and dedicated his life to God. Nicholas came from a wealthy family and used his entire inheritance in giving to the needy and poor. He became a Bishop in his town of Myra and was known as the Bishop of Miracles. Under the Roman empire at that time, he was persecuted for his faith, was exiled and imprisoned. Five hundred years after his death, Nicholas was made a saint by the Catholic church which he then became known as “Saint Nicholas”. There is more to the story of Nicholas as he is acknowledge worldwide in different various ways. But one thing is for sure, he demonstrated the heart of God in his love and in his giving. Midi "Have Yourself A Merry Christmas" compliments of MidiTrax Content Resources: St. Nicholas Center and John Mark Ministries Header graphic and embossed background tile from JaguarWoman Background set and page content created by Marvaline's Christmas Cottage 2010