The Night Before Jimmas
Twas the night before Jimmas, when all thro’ the house
Not a Jim was stirring, not even a Jim;
The Jims were hung by the Jimney with care,
In hopes that St. Jim soon would be there;
The Jims were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar Jims danced in their Jim heads
And Mama Jim in her ‘kerchief, and Jim in my cap,
Had just settled our Jim brains for a long winter’s nap—
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Jim sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Jim 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 luster of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering Jim eyes should appear,
But a miniature Jim, and eight tiny Jims,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Jim knew in a moment it must be St. Jim.
More rapid than Jims his coursers they came,
And Jim whistled, and shouted, and call’d Jims by Jim name:
“Now! Jim, now! Jim, now! Jim and Jim,
"On! Jim, on! Jim, on! Jim and Jim;
"To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
"Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When Jims meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Jims—and St. Jim too:
And then in a twinkling, Jim heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Jim drew in his Jim head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Jim came with a bound:
Jim was dress’d all in fur, from his Jim head to his Jim foot,
And his Jim clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Jims was flung on his Jim back,
And Jim look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:
His Jim eyes—how they twinkled! His Jim dimples: how merry,
His Jim cheeks were like roses, his Jim nose like a cherry;
His droll little Jim mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his Jim chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe Jim held tight in his Jim teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his Jim head like a wreath.
Jim had a broad Jim face, and a little round Jim belly
That shook when Jim laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:
Jim was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Jim,
And Jim laugh’d when Jim saw Jim in spite of Jimself;
A wink of his Jim eye and a twist of his Jim head
Soon gave me to know Jim had nothing to dread.
Jim spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all the Jims; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his Jim finger aside of his Jim nose
And giving a nod, up the Jimney Jim rose.
Jim sprung to his Jim, to his Jim team gave a whistle,
And away Jims all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But Jim heard Jim exclaim, ere Jim drove out of sight—
Happy Jimmas to all, and to all a good Jim.