Santa Claus Reading The Night Before Christmas 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, that's me 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, 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, Threw up the sash

The moon on the breast of the New-fallen snow gave a 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 St. Nick

More rapid than eagles his Corsairs they came, and he Whistled and he shouted and He called them by name

Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen, on Comet, On Cupid, on Donner 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 rooftop the Corsairs they flew with sleigh Full of toys, well 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 the 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 paddler 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, 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 and

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 to all, and to all

A good night