nicklaus soon would be there.n the lawn there rose such a clatter, i spang from my bed to see what was the matter. away to the window i flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and flew open the sash. the moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave a luster of midday to the objects below. when what to my wandering eye should appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. with a little old driver so lively and quick, i knew in a moment, it must be st. nick. more rapid than eagles, as course as they can, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. now dasher, now dancer, now vixen, now blitzer too, 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 courses they flew, with the sleigh full of toys and st. nicolas, 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