Twas the Night Before Christmas

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Cantus

A cantus (Latin for "singing", derived from cantare), is an activity organised by Belgian, Dutch, French, Baltic, Afrikaans student organisations, and fraternities. A cantus mainly involves singing traditional songs and drinking beer. It is governed by strict traditional rules. The use of this dates back a few centuries and was inspired by German student organisations; however some of the songs that are sung date back to the Middle Ages. Cantus probably shares same roots with Commercium, Sitsit and Tableround. more »

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‘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 their beds
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads

And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap
had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap
 
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
 
Away to the window I flew like a flash
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash
 
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday 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 quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick
 
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 dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas 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. Nicholas 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 soot
 
A bundle of toys 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 on his chin was as white as the snow
 
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
 
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
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!”

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