Mrs. Claus who had her car stolen a week ago and then lost her job at the mall because of “bad publicity” got her job back AND her car back too. Mrs Claus, who’s specialty is reading stories to good little boys and girls joined us in the 101 Gold studios this morning to tell us the happy news and read one of her favorite stories:
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
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 beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, 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 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 breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
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 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, on Donner and Blitzen!
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, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
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!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
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 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!"
On this date in 1843, Charles Dickens first published the classic holiday tale about a tightfisted-boss, Ebenezer Scrooge, and his heartwarming and loyal employee, Bob Cratchit, in "A Christmas Carol."
Music History 101: 2006 Yusuf Islam performs his first U.S. concert in nearly 30 years. He was formerly known as Cat Stevens
The 101 number one song of the day was a “third” which made it a “first.” It was the third number one from the same album and that was the first time it ever happened.
The song was actually released as a single earlier than was planned. It was learned that Scepter Records was about to release a cover version of the same song by a singer named Nella Dodds. So even though the group you’re about to hear was already atop the charts with their second number one song from the album, the label decided to move up the release date to compete with the other version. It was no contest. Nella peaked at number 84 and on December 19, 1964, this record…arrived at number one (Supremes – Come See About Me)
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