Walkabout The World - A Disney Podcast - The Least Ambitious Holiday Special - The Night Before Christmas With All The Hosts

Episode Date: December 24, 2023

Hello there, holly-jolly travelers! On this Christmas Eve, we thought we'd bring you something a little different and special. All the hosts got together and read the classic poem The Night Before Christmas. Cozy up around the fire, grab some hot cocoa, and enjoy. The entire team wishes you the happiest of holidays, however you celebrate.    As always, use good listening devices as we always record in 4 channel surround sound. We hope you enjoy the episode and thanks so much for following along!   If you like what we do, consider joining our crew on Patreon. These wonderful people help us keep the microphones crisp and the servers warm at night.   Visit us a walkabouttheworld.com - find links to all the things - attraction episodes, Insta accounts of all the hosts, and even how to buy your own Walkabout shirt!   Look us up at @WalkaboutWDW on Instagram and drop us a note to say hi.   You can now also drop us at line at [e-mail]. Say hi, tell us how you found us, and give us some suggestions on things you'd love to hear. Please consider giving us a rating and review wherever you listen - it really helps.   Walkabout The World is a weekly Disney podcast, always recorded on property at Walt Disney World or Disneyland Resort with the simple goal of making you feel like you are in the middle of the magic.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to all who celebrate. We're so thankful for each one of you. Thank you for being with us all year. Thank you for listening. Thank you for being part of our extended podcast family. And this year, we thought we'd do something a little different. Here on Christmas Eve, the entire team has assembled around the fire, and we're all going to read together the classic poem, The Night Before Christmas. We hope you enjoy. 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 all nestled snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my 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 a new-fallen snow gave a luster midday to objects below, when what to my wondering eyes did appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be Saint 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 Donder and Blitzen.

To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall. Now dash away, dash away, dash away all. As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly. When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the courses they flew, with a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing, the 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 in all 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 on 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 It shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump and 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 and 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 a down of a thistle. I heard him exclaim,

here he drove out of sight. Happy Christmas to all and to all a beautiful tomorrow. Terima kasih telah menonton Thank you. Thank you.