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, Donner and
Blitzen!
To the top
of the Porch! To the top of the Wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
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