Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the hole Not a creature was stirring, not even a mole. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Gandalf soon would be there. The hobbits were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of ale flagons danced in their heads. And Rosie in her ‘kerchief, and Sam in his cap, Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Sam sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window he 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 in the garden, there now did inhabit a miniature sleigh pulled by Rhosgobel rabbits. With a little old driver, so lively and fast, I knew in a moment it must be Radagast. More rapid than the eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! And then, in a twinkling, Sam heard something funny The prancing and pawing of each Rhosgobel bunny. As he drew in his head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Radagast came with a bound. He was dressed all in brown, from his head to his leg, And his clothes were all tarnished with bird poo and egg. A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a wizard, just opening his pack. 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 ran 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! - George
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 23:46:03 +0000
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