Miser Family update: the weekend of Christmas

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household. We had a very chilly (meeting out on the front porch in spite of the brrrrrrisk weather) passing-of-the-gifts, and it was good to see each other, even if we didn't get hugs.   K-daughter has been especially full of crafting lately, as you can see by this stocking she made herself, and texted to the family a few days before the holiday, . . . 

. . . which started this thread.  Below.  You might recognize the poem a little bit.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a dog;



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 new mermaid blankets;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her face mask, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my 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 snowman made of TP,
Gave a lustre of baby Yoda to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he 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!
 . . .


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!



. . .

Except for reading "Ferdinand" via Zoom, 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!”