Twas the Night Before Christmas -- birdy style

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a titmouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their cages While visions of bird toys danced through the ages. 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 my 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 luster of mid-day to objects below When, what this picture needed to be complete, but a miniature sleigh, with eight tiny parakeet

With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment that it must be St. Nick More rapid than hungry macaws his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now, Polly! Now, Paulie! now Tweety and Bird! On, Hanz! On, Ozzie! On, Chubb and Q-Bird! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up the house top the coursers they flew. With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the rail The prancing and pawing of each little nail As I drew in my hand, and was turning around. Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a sound.

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 toys, 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 his pipe, he held tight in his teeth, gave forth no smoke, he preferred pine wreaths He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf. And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,

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