The Night Before Cuthsmas


Shared courtesy of St Cuthbert's Society - Durham University. Lovingly and comically amended by Cuths grad Cressida Peever from Clement C. Moore's original.

’Twas the night before Cuthsmas, when all through the house
Not a Cuthsperson was stirring, not even a mouse;
The tankards were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Cuthbert soon would be there;
The students were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of summatives danced in their heads;
And Elizabeth in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a post-work night-cap,
When out in the beer garden there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Expecting to see undergrads out on the lash.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and gruff,
I knew in a moment he must be St Cuth!
More rapid than rowers 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 House 12! to the top of the Hall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the staircase St. Cuthbert came with a bound.
He was dressed all in green, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished like he'd just come from Klute;
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 tankards; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the staircase 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 Cuthsmas to all, and to all a good night!”

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