Zoe (Agora del Viejo Paramo)

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 not so miniature dog and no reindeer!...

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof...