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The Night Before Christmas and Dumbledore Came
By Maria Johnson (with a nod to Clement C. Moore)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when through Gryffindor House
Not a house-elf was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney floos with care,
In hopes that dear Dumbledore soon would be there.

The students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of chocolate frogs hopped in their heads.
McGonegall in her ‘kerchief, and Fat Lady in her frame,
Were satisfied their charges were settled and tame.

When out in the Quidditch field there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we 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 luster of of mid-day to objects below,
When who to our wondering eyes should arrive,
But Hagrid on Sirius’ bike, magical creatures! Alive!

With a hal-giant driver, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment the Headmaster was near.
More rapid than snitches his creatures they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

“Now Aragog! Now, Fang!, Now gentle Buckbeak!
On Skrewts! And ye Thestrals1 On Fiery Dragons!
To the top of the tower! To the top of the castle!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

As Weasley spells that commotions make fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the castle-top the magical creatures flew,
With the sidecar full of spells, and dear Dumbledore, too!

And then in a twinkling, we heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each creature’s hoof.
As we drew in our heads, and were turning around,
Out of the floo came Dumbledore with a bound.

He was dressed all in purple, from his head to his toes,
And his clothes were all shining with crystals and bows.
He softlt called “lumos” as he looked at our room,
And set upon placing some gifts with a boom!

His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His glasses were perched on his nose like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The end of his wand he held tight in his hand.
As the sparks, they encircled his head like a band.
He had a broad face and a depth to his eye,
That danced when he laughed, and when angered was wry!

He was stoic and clever, a wizard with power,
And we cheered when we saw him, in spite of the hour!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave us to know we 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 floo then he rose!

He sprang to his escort, but knew in a fix,
That his exit was quicker on his friend the phoenix.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”