Hey! Just an idea I had. I took bits and pieces from the actual poem, so I give him credit too. Also J.K. Rowling get the rest of the credit for comming up with the crazy Harry Potter world. Please R&R!

Happy Holidays,

maireadnesbitt

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Twas' the night before Christmas when all therough the Castle,

Not a creature was stirring not even a pestral.

The stockings were hung by the fire with care,

In hopes that St. Nick would soon be there.

The students were nestled, all snug in their beds,

While visions of quidditch matches zoomed through their heads.

Ron had Scabbers, and Crookshanks on Hermione's lap,

Had just settled down for a long winters nap.

When up in the tower there arose such a clatter,

I sprang form my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I dashed,

and threw open the window in a flash.

The moon on a layer of new fallen snow,

Gave the luster to the mid-day objects below.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear.

but a ruby red sleigh, and eight creatures flying near.

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 came,

And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Hedwig! Now Crookshanks! Now Trevor and Buckbeak!

On, Fluffy! On, Arol! On, Padfoot and Prongs!

On top of the tower, to the top of the wall!

Dash away! Fly away! Dash away all!"

And then in a twinkling, I heard from above,

chirping, twirping, and barking with each little shove.

As I glared out the window, then turned around

Down the chimney came St. Nick landing with a huge sound.

He was dressed all in fur,from head to foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of goodies from various places,

there were brooms, and gumdrops, and brand new shoe laces!

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples so merry!

His cheeks were like roses! His nose like a cherry!

How many spells and potions he must know

With his beard and chin as white as the snow!

He was chubby and plump,quite a jolly old elf,

I laughed when I saw him pull out a piece of Delft!

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Let me know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a spell to get the job done,

But filled all the stockings with four presents,not one.

Putting on his mittnes,and rubbing his nose,

He gave me a smile,then up the chimney he rose.

He sprang onto his sleigh to give his team a whistle,

And away they all flew,like the down of a thistle.

I heard him exclain as he flew out of sight

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"