Hello and welcome to meet isopods first annual Christmas
special. I'm your host D Mitas. On this episode, I'm straying a
bit from the usual format. I'll be reading for you A Visit from
St. Nicholas, better known as Twas the Night Before Christmas.
After the poem, I'm going to be playing some handpick Christmas
music that I think you'll all enjoy. Merry Christmas,
everybody. A Visit from St. Nicholas by Klymit clock more.
Towards the night before Christmas, and all through the
house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The
stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that
St Nicholas would soon be there. The children were nestled all
snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in
their heads. And mama and her kerchief and I and my cap had
just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, went out on
the lawn there are rules such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to
see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash,
I tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on
the breast of the new fallen snow gave a luster of midday to
objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and ate tiny reindeer. With a little old
driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment that must be
St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his courses they came and he
whistled and shouted and called them by name. No Dasha, no
dancer now Prancer and Vixen. On comet on Cupid, on Donner and
Blitzen. To the top of the porch to the top of the wall. Now dash
away dash away dash away all. As leaves that before the wild
hurricane fly on when they meet with an obstacle mounts to the
sky. So up to the house atop the courses they flew, with the
slave full of toys and St. Nicholas two. And then in a
twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each
little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was
dressed all in for 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 on
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 had little round belly, that
shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly. He was
chubby and plump, alright 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, soon gave me to know I 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 of the chimney heroes. He
sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and a way
they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim
air he drove out of sight. Happy Christmas to all and to all a
good night.
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Thanks for listening to our very first Christmas episode. I hope
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