A VISIT FROM SAINT NICHOLAS

BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE
(WHO DOESN'T FEATURE ON THE LONDON LITERARY PUB CRAWL.YET.)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in theirbeds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced through their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long ...