The Night Before Allston Christmas

Thugmajesty tells us the story of Allston St. Nick:

Twas the night before Allston Christmas, and even on Pratt,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat;
The sofas were placed by the sidewalk with care,
In hopes that the garbage men soon would be there;
The people were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of new places danced in their heads
Dreams of included hot water and heat
Hoping for roommates who keep the place neat

When out on the street there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the 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 mattresses all in a row
Gave the lustre of mid-day to sofas below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a small moving truck, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Truck loaded with dressers and rugs and bed frames
Then he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now,ASHFORD! now, GARDNER! now, LINDEN and QUINT
On, COMM AVE! on HARVARD! on, BRIGHTON and ALLSTON!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle, like Storrow Drive
So up to the house-top the movers they flew
With the truck full of dishes and furniture too

Then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound
A bundle of clothes he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself
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 unloaded the boxes; then turned with a jerk
Laying his finger aside of his nose
Giving a nod, up the chimney he rose

He sprang to his truck, 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 ALLSTON CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!