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Twas the night before Solstice and all through the ruin,
not a creature was stirring not even the druids;
the stockings were hung by the former chimney with care,
in hopes that the Solstice Bunny would soon be there;
The T-Rexes were nesteled all snug in their nests,
while visions of lamb-chops danced in their heads;
and mamma in her buffant, and I in my berret,
had just settled in from a long winter's forray,
when out in the feild there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the nest to see what was the matter.
Through the window I roared in a flash,
ripped open the curtains and tore off the sash!
The moon shone over the ice crusted field
and gave it a luster that made it seem weird,
when what to my dinosaur eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny micedeer,
with a jack rabbit driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Rabbit Nick.
Faster than pterodactyls his micedeer came,
and he whistled and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Attila! Now, Ghengis! Now, Napoleon and Wellington!
On Julius! On, Rameses! On, Romulus and Washington!
To the top of the castle! Over the mote!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As the dry leaves that before a dragon's breath flew,
I swear to you that this story is positively true,
so up into the Solstice sky they flew,
with a sleigh full of food, and Rabbit Nick too,
and then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.
As I drew in my paw, and was turning around,
down the chimny Rabbit Nick came in with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
his fur was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
a big bag of food he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack,
his eyes-how they twinkled! His whiskers so merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn like a bow,
and the fur on his chin was as white as the snow;
the stump of a carrot he held in his teeth,
and the crumbs that encircled him glowed like a wreath;
He had a fuzzy face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
He was suculent and plump, a right jolly elf,
and I laughed when I saw him inspite of myself;
a wisk of the ear and a twist of the head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
he said not a word, but went straight to his work,
he filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
and whisking his ears and twiching his nose,
he gave a great nod and up the chimney he rose;
he sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and way they all flew like a swift flying kestrel,
but I heard him exclaim, before he drove out of sight
"Happy Solstice to all, and to all a good night!"