‘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;


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 The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As they drew in their hands, and turned around, Down the cupola 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 corn he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler 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 of 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 bowlful 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 them 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 cupola 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!

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