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

And mamma 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 the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my wondering eye should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny 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 Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch!To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away, dash away!
Dash away! Dash away, dash away!

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 he 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 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,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full 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, as he drove out of sight,

Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to all! (8x