‘Twas the Night Before Christmas – Hedgehog Hollow Style

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for Henry the mouse.

The stockings were laid by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Mrs. Claus soon would be there.

The cousins were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of candy canes danced in their heads.

Emilia in her bonnet and Sophie in her hat,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

Sophie sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window she flew like a flash,

Tore open the curtains and threw up the latch.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below,

When what to Sophie’s wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little ole driver so lively and quick,

She knew in a moment it must be Mrs. Nick.

More rapid than griffins her coursers they came,

And she whistled and shouted and called them by name,

“Now Harper, now Clover! Now Aster and Raven!

On, Molly, on, Martha! On Esther and Mountain Aven!

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 a obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With a sleigh full of toys – and Mrs. Claus too.

And then in a twinkling Sophie heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As she drew in her head and was turning around,

Down the chimney Mrs. Claus came with a bound.

She was dressed in red and white, from her head to her foot,

And her clothes were slightly tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of toys she had flung on her back,

And she looked like a peddler just opening her sack.

Her eyes – how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!

Her cheeks were were like petunias, her nose like a raspberry!

Her droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow,

And the hair on her head was as white as the snow.

She had a round face and a little gingham shawl,

That shook when she laughed like a baby learning to crawl.

(That’s a terrible comparison, ForestPoodle88!)

She was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And Sophie laughed when she saw her, in spite of herself.

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,

Soon gave Sophie to know she had nothing to dread.

Mrs. Claus spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,

And filled the stockings and tree, then turned with a jerk.

And laying her finger aside of her nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose.

She sprang to the sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down on a thistle.

But Sophie and Emilia heard her exclaim as she drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!”

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That was quite fun to make, and I don’t think I have used up all of my remaining pictures yet. (*knocks on wood*) Thank you to my sister OceanHorse36 for letting me use Emilia, and a big thank you to my younger brother for making the chimney and helping Nicole rise up it while I took the picture.

Before you ask why there was no Santa Claus, I’d better just explain. I have no red doll clothes, at all, so I borrowed a share doll skirt (Mrs. Claus’ shawl) and put Nicole in her fluffy boots. Besides – this way I got to adapt the words more and Mrs. Claus finally got a starring role in something! As for the reindeer names, did you know that all reindeer are female anyways? If they were male, they wouldn’t have antlers at this time of year.

Happy Christmas from Sophie, Nicole, ForestPoodle88, and every one who helped out with the making of this photostory. (That includes the original author of ‘The Night Before Christmas’, Mr. Clement Moore)


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