Ardory
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'Twas the night before Lectmas, when all through the keep
Not an experiment was stirring, not even a peep;
The dirty socks were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Archlector Dante soon would be there;
The Lectors were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of rare materials danced in their heads;
And Clerics in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the hill there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my 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 a lustre of sun's smile to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a smogger and eight tiny lect-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and eagar,
I knew in a moment he must be Archlector.
More rapid than eagles his Lectlings they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Oijin! now, Quentin! now Temesch and Trevor!
On, Isaac! on, Abel! on, Paco and Angh-lur!
To the top of the gate! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the lectorate the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of green signatures, and Dante too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof-
The prancing and stomping of each steel-toed boot.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Dante came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of green signatures he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler 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 covered in 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 Oyashiman,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my plan;
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 dirty socks; 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 smogger, 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 Lectmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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