T'was the night before Snusmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was snusing, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Kardussnus soon would be there.
The snusers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Ice Tools danced in their heads.
And mamma with her Gustavis, and I with my Catch,
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 tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and juiced,
I knew in a moment it must be St Snus. More rapid than eagles his snusers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Roda! Now, Onyx! Now Granit and Oden!
On, Grovsnus! On, Elyxir! On Gen'ral and Thunder!
To the top of the lip! to the top of them all!
Now snus away! Snus away! Snus away all!"
As dry as snuff that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an sniff, a tingle in the eye.
So up to the house-top the snusers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Snus, and St Kardussnus 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 Kardussnus 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 snuff.
A bundle of Snus 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 pris of snus he held tight in his lip, And he chuckled quite merrily as he licked it a bit.
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 sterk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And sniffing some Toque, 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 Snusmas to all, and to all a good-pris!"
My favorite holiday.
Mike
Not a creature was snusing, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Kardussnus soon would be there.
The snusers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Ice Tools danced in their heads.
And mamma with her Gustavis, and I with my Catch,
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 tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and juiced,
I knew in a moment it must be St Snus. More rapid than eagles his snusers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Roda! Now, Onyx! Now Granit and Oden!
On, Grovsnus! On, Elyxir! On Gen'ral and Thunder!
To the top of the lip! to the top of them all!
Now snus away! Snus away! Snus away all!"
As dry as snuff that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an sniff, a tingle in the eye.
So up to the house-top the snusers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Snus, and St Kardussnus 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 Kardussnus 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 snuff.
A bundle of Snus 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 pris of snus he held tight in his lip, And he chuckled quite merrily as he licked it a bit.
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 sterk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And sniffing some Toque, 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 Snusmas to all, and to all a good-pris!"
My favorite holiday.
Mike
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