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Twas the night before Christmas

24 December 2015

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the vets

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the vets
Not a creature was stirring, not even the pets;
The IV fluids were hung up with care,
In hopes that morning soon would be there;
The dogs and the cats nestled snug in their beds;
While visions of turkey danced in their heads;
And the vet in his 'kerchief, and nurse in her cap,
Had just settled their brains for a brief Christmas nap,
When out on the car park there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their chairs to see what was the matter.


Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment he 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, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the rooftop the reindeer they flew
With the sleigh full of dog toys, and cat toys too—
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.


As they drew in their heads, and were turning around,
Down the stairs 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 pet toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler 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 on 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 bowl full of jelly.


He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And they laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know they 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 stairs 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 they heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!