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'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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there

'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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there

The children were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads
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 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 luster of midday to objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes 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 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 Dunder and Blixem
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all, yeah"

So up to the house-top, the coursers, they flew
With a sleigh full of toys and Saint 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, Saint Nicholas came with a bound
A bundle of toys, he had, flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack

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 neck
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
Away, they all flew like the down of a thistle
I heard him exclaim, then he drove out of sight
"Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"

"Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"
"Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"
"Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"
"Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"