'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. ...

Avenger wrote:

Ain't that nice.
Jesus is portrayed as white, when he was actually dark skinned, and
then there is St. Nicholas, (Santa) who is also white.
BTW, Santa, also spells Satan, when the letters are moved around...

On Dec 25, 9:59 am, daemond...@luckymail.com wrote:

He actually wasn't of any colour.

There's not much sunshine in Lapland.:) Spray-on tan maybe?:)

It usually snows in Europe for Christmas.

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