Twas The Night Before Christmas Songtext / Lyric

Twas the night before Christmas

When all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

Not even a mouse



The stockings all hung

By the chimney with care

In hopes that St. Nicholas

Soon would be there



The children were nestled

All safe in their beds

While visions of sugarplums

Danced in their heads



And Mom in her kerchief

And I in my cap

Had just settled down

For a long winters 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 luster of midday

To object below



When, what to my wandering eyes

Should appear

But a miniature sleigh

And eight tiny reindeer



With a little ol' driver

So lively and quick

I knew in a moment

It must be St. Nick



More rapid than eagles

His courses they came

As he whistled and shouted

And called them by name



"Now Dasher, now Dancer

Now Prancer, now Vixen

On Comet, on Cupid

On Doner, 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 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 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 twinkle

His dimples how merry

His cheeks were like roses

His nose like a cherry



His drawl little mouth

Was drawn up like a bow

And the beard of his chin

Was a white as the snow



The stump of his pipe

He held tight in his teeth

And the smoke it

Encircled his head like a wreath



He had a broad face

And a round little belly

That shook when he laughed

Like a bowl full of jelly



He was chubby and plump

A right jolly old elf

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



An laying a finger

Along side his nose

An giving a nod

Up the chimney he rose



He sprang to his sleigh

To his team gave a whistle

An away, they all flew

Like the down of a thistle



But I heard him exclaim

As he drove out of sight

Happy Christmas to all

And to all a goodnight



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