The Night Before Christmas
For Sweet Baby’s very first Christmas, I gave him an old-fashioned edition of The Night Before Christmas (charmingly illustrated with Roger Duvoisin’s 1954 artwork). We read it for the first time on Christmas eve and then again on Christmas day. And even though I hadn’t read the poem since I was a little girl, I found myself reciting nearly the entire thing from memory.
The line I remember most vividly?
“Away to the window, I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.”
As far as my childhood mind interpreted it, the guy in the story was so excited to see the real Santa, he opened up the window, leaned out, and vomited.
Seemed like an appropriate reaction to me.