and all through the Castle . . .
not a creature was stirring
not even a Jacob . . .
the stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Jake tilted his head to hear what was the matter . . .
and then, in a twinkling, Jake heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
“Is that you Santa Paws?”
Happy Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night! ~ Clement Clarke Moore with help from Jake Santa’s littlest bobo 😉