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The Night Before Christmas
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1823
- Pages
- Pages 4
"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house / Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse." Say those lines aloud and the rhythm takes over, two light beats and a heavy one, a gallop that canters the poem along like hooves on a roof. A father hears a clatter on the lawn and throws open the shutters, and what he sees there became the shape of the night for the English-speaking world: the miniature sleigh, eight tiny reindeer called by name, the soot on the fur, the belly that shakes like a bowlful of jelly.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
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