Now, all you have to do is have one person read the poem and hesitate at each number so that everyone has a chance to call out what they wrote down for that space. It will help if you turn the music down to hear the poem being read.


Clement Clark Moore

"Twas the night before #1 CHRISTMAS,

when all through the #2 HOUSE

Not a creature was stirring,not even a #3 MOUSE;

The #4 STOCKINGS were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that #5 ST.NICHOLAS soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their #6 BEDS,

While visions of #7 SUGAR-PLUMS danced in their heads;

And Mama in her #8'KERCHIEF and I in my #9 CAP,

Had just settled down 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 #10 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 miniature #11 SLEIGH, and eight tiny #12 REINDEER,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be #13 ST NICK.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled,and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that 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 a sleigh full of toys, and #14 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 #15 HAND, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his #16 FOOT.

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and #17 SOOT;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked 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 #18 CHERRY!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as 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 #19 BELLY,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of #20 JELLY.

He was chubby and #21 PLUMP, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed 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 filled all the #22 STOCKINGS; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his #23 NOSE,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang 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,


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