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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas-A Vintage Ambiance rendition

night-before-christmas-Thumbnail-cover-pg-772604‘Twas the last corporate holiday party before Christmas, when all through the Vintage Ambiance warehouse not a creature was loading rentals, not even a mouse; The milk glass were stacked by the wooden crates with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The delivery crew were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of art deco chairs danced in their heads; And Mara in her petticoat, and I in my fur, had just settled down for a Bourbon Hot Toddy, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the Davis Velveteen Settee to see what was the matter.   Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash. 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. 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, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!” So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of mismatched vintage teacups & saucers, 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 vintage crystal & white doorknob cardholders 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; 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!”  

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