Posted By: Sheri (Sheri Snow) on 'Poetry' Title: A traditional Christmas Story Date: Sun Dec 1 03:08:07 1996 A traditional Christmas story. Twas the Night Before Christmas was written in 1822 by Clement Clarke Moore. It is such a special story that I asked Dagobert to help in translating many of the words. Dekuji ti Dagobert. Twas(basnicky)) the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring(pohyb,zde ve smyslu ani se nepohnul), not even a mouse; The stockings(puncochy) were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS soon would be there; The children were nestled(uhnizdeni, pohodlne ulozeni) all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief(satek), and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap(zdrimnuti si), When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter(klapani), I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters(okenice) and threw up the sash(vysoulvaci okno). The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre(trpyt, zare, lesk) of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature(very small) 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(the fastest deer)they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN(samice lisky,liska)! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch(pruceli domo)! to the top of the wall! Now dash(rychlybeh) away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle(problem), 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(mrkani), I heard on the roof The prancing(dancing and hitting of feet) and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, 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(poskvrneny,spinavy) with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler(poulicni prodavac)just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples(dulekve tvari) how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll(happy) 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(venec); 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 laugh 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(obava); He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings (puncochy); 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(pointed type herb). 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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