‘Twas the Night Before Christmas at Fairmont Farm

Edited from Clement Clarke Moore’s Original

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

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

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The cows were nestled all snug in their sand beds,

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While visions of summer-sun danced in their heads;

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

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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.


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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;

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“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!

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


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