Friday, November 15, 2013

Moose Head Chalet Library UPDATED ON _ MONDAY_ NOVEMBER 18_ 2013_

         
Come in,  please come  in  and  gather  around  as  we  tell  a  goose bumps  Ghost story or 2,
     instead  of  telling  ghost stories  I  will  tell Christmas  stories  I hope  all of  you enjoy!          
This  will  be  until  after  Christmas  December  31,  2013  and then  back  to  our ghost stories.  I hope you enjoy!       

keep  scrolling  down below  your  Christmas  story  is  there.
                                                                                                             


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAGCBZh2UkY
                                                                             


                 shhhh,,,,, we  have to get

these up for  Santa  Claus  said the  little  boy Tom  to  little  Mary...

     I  am  doing something  a   little  different ...


   Good  night  to  all  and  all  a  good  night,  ho,  ho ho, ho,
MERRY CHRISTMAS !
instead  of  telling  ghost stories  I  will  tell Christmas  stories  I hope  all of  you enjoy!
Dava.
 
Story #1:Why We Put Angels On Top Of Christmas Trees
 Author Unknown

One Christmas, a long time ago, Santa Claus was getting ready for his annual trip; butthere were problems …… everywhere.Four of his elves were away sick and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast asthe regular ones. So, Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.Then, Mrs. Claus popped in to tell Santa that her mother was coming to stay for Christmas; which stressed him even more.After a while, he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about togive birth and two had jumped the fence and run away, heaven knows where to.

here's  your  Christmas  story  for  next week!
enjoy!






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THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

by Clement Clarke Moore
or Henry Livingston


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through 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 danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my 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 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 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 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 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 dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and 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 cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of 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 belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and 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 stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his 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,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good_ night...

     
here's  an  adorable  live version of  Twas The  Night  Before Christmas ...
enjoy!
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZfSoJmS1ug
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