Amador weekly ledger., 1857-12-19
Christmas is Coming.

Christmas is Coming.
Next Friday will be Christmas, and ol
course all children think of nothing by day
and dream Of nothing by night save the ex
pected visit of Santa Claus. Happy indeed
are the anticipatons of the little ones and
may their young hearts he filed with that
pure JOY which can only be experienced in
childhood In after years, when the cares Of
lie shall weigh upon them, and when they
shall have learned that there are thorns as
well as flowers in mans existence, they may
look back with melancholy pleasure to the
days of their infancy, cen as we do nowl
The following Christmas song, annually
published for the little ones, will not only
be read by them with interest; but also by
older persons,as tits beautifully and eloquent
ly written:
A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS
CLEMENT c. MOORE.
Twas the night before Christmas when all through
the house
Not creature stirring, not even mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that 81. Nicholas soon would be there:
While visions of plums danced in their heads
And Mamma in her kerchief, and | inmy cap,
Had just settled our brains for long winters nap;
When out on the lawn there arose such clatter,
l sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window flew like a fash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast Of The new-lallen snow,
Gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But miniature sleigh. and eight tiny reindeer,
With little old driver, so lively and quick
/ knew in moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whisted, and shouted, and called them by
name;
"Now, Dasker, now Dancer! now, Praner, and
Pfreni
On, Comet! on. Cupid on Donder and Blifzenl
To the top of the porchl 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 with an obstacle, mount 10
the sky;
Sc MP to the house-top the coursers they few,
With the sleigh full Of toys, and ST. Nicholas too.
And then in a twi2kling heard on the roof,
The praneing and paving OF each little hoof-
As drew in my head, and was turning arouad,
Down the chimney St Nicnoas came with bound
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all furnished with ashes and
SCOT;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
And he looked like peddlar just opening his pack
His eyes-howth they twinkled his dmples how merryl
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like cherry!
Hsdroll little mouth was drawn up like bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like wreath;
He had broad face and n little round belly.
That shook, when he laughed, like bowl full of
jelly.
He was chubby and plump, rightjoll old elf.
And laughed when saw him, in spite of himself;
A wink of his eye and twist Of his head,
Soon gave me to know had nothing to dread;
And filled all the stockings; then turned with jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving q nod, up the chimney he rose;
He esprang to his sleigh, to his team gave whistle
And away they all flew like the down of thistle
But heard him exclaim, ere drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas TO al, and to all good might,