‘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 eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
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 hand, 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,



by Clement Clarke Moore

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Happy Festivus

Today is Festivus, the Holiday for the Rest of Us.

You can proceed with the Airing of Grievances in the comments if you like, or take it elsewhere if you’d rather.

Sorry, I have no Festivus pole (Grievance #1) so I’m using the pink aluminum Christmas Tree I stole from Charlie Brown (Grievance #2).

I didn’t get anybody any Festivus gifts (Grievance #3) because I thought that Festivus had been over commercialized (Grievance #4).

The Feats of Strength would commence after dinner but I don’t feel like wrestling (Grievance #5).

Happy Festivus.

(Feel free not to read this if you’re an easily offended “War on Christmas” type with no sense of humor.)

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The Christmas Map

I put together this map of Christmas related locations on Google Maps. (Input for additional locations is welcome – please comment!)

I specifically included these locations from past years Christmas posts:

Also included are:

  • The reputed inspiration for Bedford Falls, the town in the Kapra classic “It’s a Wonderful Life”
  • The New York City Macy’s location from “Miracle on 34th Street”
  • St. Paul’s Churchyard, mentioned in the opening paragraphs of A Christmas Carol
  • The hometown of Clark W. Griswold of National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.
  • The house from A Christmas Story.

And the little town of Bethlehem, now in the West Bank.

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Who says she wants it?

The warm corpse of John McCain told George Stephanopolous he didn’t know if he would support Sarah Palin in a 2012 Presidential run:

“Listen I have the greatest appreciation for Gov. Palin and her family and it was a great joy to know them,” McCain said. “She invigorated our campaign and she was just down in Georgia and she invigorated their campaign.”

“But I can’t say something like that,” McCain said, “We’ve got some great other young governors, Pawlenty, Huntsman.”

McCain said he thinks the Republican governors are going to assume a leadership role in the future of the Republican Party.

When I pressed him on why he selected Palin as his running-mate, he said, “Well sure, but now we’re in a whole election cycle,” he said.

So McCain isn’t sure he’ll endorse her. He ought to know how classy that stance is since Al Gore did it to his BFF Joe. Even so, here’s a newsflash for George and John – she may be better off without that endorsement. McCain’s own support was weak before her nomination. McCain’s support for her really would be like Bush’s support for McCain and Clinton’s support for Gore. The difference is that McCain is nowhere near as popular among conservatives as Bush and nowhere near as popular among the general voter population as Clinton.

So, when it comes to McCain’s support in 2012, who says Palin wants it?