Henry Livingston, Jr.
Clement Clark Moore

Visit 31 15
[Initial Pivot Word - negatives]
Not a creature
  not even a mouse

[Initial Pivot Words]
in their beds
  in their heads

[Single Word, Reversed Meaning Within Phrases]
Mama in her kerchief
  I in my cap

[Initial Pivot Word - and]
and shouted
  and call'd

[Single Word Against Phrase]
  Dasher, now!

[Repeated Words - Simple Repetition]
Dasher, now!
  Dancer, now!

[Single Word Within Phrases]
Prancer, and Vixen
  Dunder and Blixem

[Single Word Against Phrase]
  Comet, on!

[Repeated Words - Simple Repetition]
Comet, on!
  Cupid, on!

[Initial Pivot Words]
To the top of the porch
  to the top of the wall

[Repeated Words - Simple Repetition]
dash away!
  dash away!
  dash away

[Parallel Phrase Construction, Multiword Repetition
Not Middle, Similar]

His eyes how they twinkled
  his dimples how merry

[Parallel Phrase Construction, Multiword Repetition
Not Middle of Phrases, Similar]

  [WAS: Initial Pivot Word - like]
His cheeks were like roses
  his nose like a cherry

[Parallel Phrase Construction, Multiword Repetition
Middle of Phrases, Similar]

wink of his eye
  twist of his head

[Initial Pivot Word - and]
And fill'd
  And laying
  And giving

+16= 31
[Initial Pivot Word - the]
The stockings
  the chimney

[Initial Pivot Word - the]
the lawn
  the bed
  the matter
  the window
  the shutters
  the sash

[Initial Pivot Word - the]
The moon
  the breast
  the new fallen snow

[Initial Pivot Word - the]
the wild hurricane
  the sky

[Initial Pivot Word - the]
the house-top
  the coursers
  the sleigh

[Initial Pivot Word - his/her]
his back
  his pack

[Initial Pivot Word - other]
all in fur
  all tarnish'd

[Initial Pivot Word - his/her]
His droll little mouth
  his chin

[Initial Pivot Word - the]
the beard
  the snow

[Repeated Words - Repetition with Connector]
as white as

[Initial Pivot Word - the]
The stump
  the smoke

[Initial Pivot Word - a]
  [WAS: Single Word Within Phrases]
  a broad face
  a little round belly

[Initial Pivot Word - to]
to know
  to dread
  to his work

[Initial Pivot Word - his/her]
his finger
  his nose

[Initial Pivot Words]
to his sleigh
  to his team

[Repeated Words - Simple Repetition]
to all
  to all

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' 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 danc'd 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 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 lustre of mid-day to objects below; 
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 
But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,  
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 call'd them by name: 
"Now!    Dasher, now!    Dancer, now!    Prancer, and Vixen, 
"On!    Comet, on!    Cupid, on!    Dunder and Blixem; 
"To the top of the porch!    to the top of the wall! 
"Now 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; 
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 dress'd all in fur,    from his head    to his foot, 
And his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot; 
A bundle of toys was flung on his back, 
And he look'd 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 of his chinas 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 laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly: 
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, 
And I laugh'd 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 fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jirk, 
And laying his finger aside of his nose 
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. 
He sprung 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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