NIC: Hey Alex, have you got a favourite Xmas story or poem?
ALEX: Hi Nic, yes actually, I have It’s called „A Visit from St. Nicholas“
BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE Do you know it?
NIC: I don’t think so. How does it go?
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
NIC: Wow do lots of Americans have mice in their houses?
ALEX: No, Nic, they don’t. Anyway;
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
NIC: Alex, sorry to interrupt you again but, what exactly is a sugar plum?
ALEX: Eerm, I’m not sure, some kind of candy I think. Anyway;
And mamma in her ‚kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
NIC: I didn’t know American’s hibernated in winter like bears!
ALEX: No, we don’t. Anyway;
I sprang from my 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.
NIC: Sorry, but what is a sash?
ALEX: It’s the old kind if windows they had in Victorian times. Anyway;
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
NIC: Wow, I’m a saint ?
ALEX: Well, it isn’t talking about you.
NIC: But you said Saint Nic!
ALEX: Do you want to hear the rest?
NIC: Yes, sorry. Carry on!
ALEX: More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
„Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!“
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
NIC: I always wondered how he did that without setting off the burglar alarms.
ALEX: He’s magic. Anyway;
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
NIC: Santa Claus smokes?
ALEX: It’s an old poem, I guess if it had been written today he wouldn’t. Anyway;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full 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 jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
NIC: Inside his nose? That’s horrible!
ALEX: Aside. You know, on the side of his nose! Anyway;
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.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
NIC: Yeah, that’s lovely. So what do you want for Xmas this year?
ALEX: The older I get the more I realise that what’s important isn’t toys, or gifts, it’s having time together with the people I love.
NIC: Me too. I guess some things aren’t that different between Britain and America! Well have a wonderful Christmas and I wish you lots of special moments and happy memories with the ones you love.
ALEX: Merry Xmas to you too.
ALL: Merry Christmas everyone, from all of us here at TIP TOP!