‘Twas the Night Before Christmas at Fairmont Farm

Edited from Clement Clarke Moore’s Original

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the barns It’s business as usual, on a dairy farm;

The stockings were hung by the parlor with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The cows were nestled all snug in their sand beds,

While visions of summer-sun danced in their heads;

The milkers are bundled up for the storm, They are settling into their shift and will be milking ’til Christmas ‘morn,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, They sprang from the parlor to see what was the matter. Away to the window they flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, They 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! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!

To the top of the field! to the top of the hill! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof T