Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse –
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
While visions of cat treats danc’d in their heads,
They had just cleared their desks for a long winter’s nap-
Jamey sprang from his chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows the staff flew like flashes,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the King estate below;
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,
“On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donner and Blitzen;
“To the top of the Greenhouse! To the top of the Exhibit Hall!
“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to Kingwood Hall the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Tulip Bulbs – and St. Nicholas too:
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As we drew in our heads, and began turning around,
down the Drawing Room chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:
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;
And the smoke
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And we laugh’d when we saw him in spite of ourselves;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave us to know we had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all the stockings with tulip bulbs; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But we heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all our Friends at Kingwood, and to all a good night.