Settle down, all nice and warm in your very own bed and close your eyes.

Take a deep breath breath in through your nose

and slowly and gently breathe out through your mouth.

Again, take a deep breath in through your nose and slowly and gently breathe out through your mouth.

One more time, breathe in through your nose and slowly and gently breathe out through your mouth.

It was a night before Christmas and all through the house.

Not a creature was staring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in the hope that Santa soon would be there.

The children were nestled, all snug in their beds, while visions of sugarplums danced in their

heads. A mama in a nightdress, an eye in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the 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 the luster of midday to the objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should

appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. With the little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.

More rapid than eagles his courses they came,

he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Now dasher, now dancer, now prancer, now vixen.

On comit, on cupid, on Dunder and blixen.

To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,

now dash away, dash away, dash away, dash away all.

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

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