This is a special drop.

The dream of little treats for the listeners at Christmastime, part of the road to Christmas, creating atmosphere and joy.

I thought we could do a reading, a cozy reading for the listener.

Okay.

Oh, I didn't know this was what it's called.

A visit from St. Nicholas.

Had no idea.

T'was the night before Christmas went all through the house.

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.

Okay, I didn't know when to stop.

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 sugarplums danced in their heads. And mama in her kerchief, an eye in my cap,

had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there rose 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 shutters, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below.

God, this is good.

This is phenomenal.

This is better than I remember.

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