'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung द्वारा the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my बिस्तर to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
और rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them द्वारा name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the चोटी, शीर्ष of the porch!
To the चोटी, शीर्ष 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 to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
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 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 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 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
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, up the chimney 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 I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy क्रिस्मस to all, and to all a good night!"
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung द्वारा the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my बिस्तर to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
और rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them द्वारा name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the चोटी, शीर्ष of the porch!
To the चोटी, शीर्ष 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 to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
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 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 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 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
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, up the chimney 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 I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy क्रिस्मस to all, and to all a good night!"
Simon Bae- Sorcer,chloe's ex boy friend but still friends, Derek's step brother, tori's half brother (but he doesn't know that), Doesn't like Rae, and likes Liz
Derek Sonza- werewolf, chloe's boyfriend, Simon's stepbrother, doesn't like tori a lot, doesn't like Rae, Likes liz
Tori Enright- witch, likes and dis-likes chloe, Simon's half sister (but she doesn't know that), hates rae, Loves Liz, dis-likes derek.
Liz- half demon-teliknetic- Loves chloe and tori, likes simon, likes derek, likes rae.
Has anyone else noticed that our मंच pages have turned into a grave yard? it's just damn sad! I'm making a proposition that from now on when an rp hasn't been पोस्टेड on for 20 days या और we take a vote(i guess i'll make a मंच for voteing) and if the majority is in favor we'll all रिपोर्ट the मंच as spam with a note requesting it be delted because it's dead and taking up too much अंतरिक्ष (or something along thos lines) and see if the F4 will मिटाइए them for us since we can't do it once they've been पोस्टेड on.
All in favor of this proposition say I, those against, Nay.
Thank you.
Sincerely Yours,
Mollie.
All in favor of this proposition say I, those against, Nay.
Thank you.
Sincerely Yours,
Mollie.
All the rp people put are dying because everyone keeps putting new one's.Its not fair that the are its like wasting paper.Its ok to put new one's but your leaving the others left behind.If आप Want To Let RP's Live Help Them द्वारा Repling On them and letting it live untill the story is over.LET THE RP's LIVE!!!
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