T'was the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas

'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 nestled

All snug in their beds

While visions of sugar plums

Danced in their heads

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 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 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 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 that before

The wild hurricane fly

When they meet with an obstacle

Mount to the sky

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 hand

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 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 of 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 bowlful 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

Here he drove out of sight

Happy Christmas to all

And to all a good night

T'was The Night Before Christmas - The Hit Crew