| Lyrics: | 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 |
