when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hope that St Nicholas soon would be there!
I always loved that poem! I'll post the full poem at the end of the post. We leave at 3:30am for Houston! Why are we leaving so early? Ian hates being in the car, so we try and drive while he's sleeping. He does much better in his new car seat, but long trips are no fun. He must always be moving and exploring. That isn't possible in a car seat.
I'm the only one awake, waiting for Ian's clothes to dry. Then, we shall be fully packed. I have everything by the front door, the coffee maker ready to brew at 3am. Stephen will wake up and load the car. I'll wake up, get coffee prepared, and feed Ian one last time before we begin our journey to Houston. We haven't seen Larry and Janet in a while, so we're pretty excited! Plus, we get to see Amy and Rafik! Rafik just got home from school in Switzerland (he's a graduate now! and Stephen's best man) so Stephen's really excited to see him. And, I'm always excited too.
I finally get to show Amy the invites I started printing (in person) and the invitations that Franny and I have been addressing. Yes, we are handwriting all of our invites for the wedding. They look adorable though. I can't believe I'll be married so soon!
Here is Christmas-eve Ian:
Ugh! He's such a rock star! Do you like his new shoes? They have little sharks on them. We went a little insane and bought him one million pairs of shoes. I'm okay with it though. I'll post more about Christmas after Christmas. And tons of pictures.
But alas, Ian's clothes are done and I need to finish my water. Then off to sleep!
Twas the night before Christmas, when 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 soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the 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 lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I 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!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, 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 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 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 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 Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"