Lyrics:
It was the night before ChristmasWhen all through the houseNot a creature was stirringNot even a mouseThe stockings all hungBy the chimney with careIn hopes that St. NicholasSoon would be thereThe children were nestledAll safe in their bedsWhile visions of sugarplumsDanced in their headsAnd mom in her kerchiefAnd I in my capHad just settled downFor a long winter's napWhen out on the lawnThere arose such a clatterI sprang from my bedTo see what was the matterAway to the windowI flew like a flashTore open the shuttersAnd threw up the sashThe moon on the breastOf the new fallen snowGave the lustre of middayTo object belowWhen what to my wandering eyesShould appearBut a miniature sleighAnd eight tiny reindeerWith a little ol' driverSo lively and quickI knew in a momentIt must be St. NickMore rapid than eaglesHis courses they cameAs he whistled and shoutedAnd called them by nameAnd quot, now dasherNow dancerNow prancerNow vixenOn cometOn cupidOn donerAn' blitzen' and quotTo the top of the porchTo the top of the wallNow dash away, dash awayDash away allAs dry leavesBefore the wild hurricane flyWhen they meet with an obstacleMount to the skySo, up to the housetopThe courses they flewWith a sleigh full of toysAnd St. Nicholas tooAnd then in a twinklingI heard on the roofThe prancing and pawingOf each little hoofAs I drew in my headAnd was turning aroundDown the chimney St. NicholasCame with a boundHe was dressed all in furFrom his head to his footAnd his clothes were all tarnishedWith ashes and sootA bundle of toysHe had flung on his backAnd he looked like a peddlerJust opening his packHis eyes how they twinkledHis dimples how merryHis cheeks were like rosesHis nose like a cherryHis drawl little mouthWas drawn up like a bowAnd the beard of his chinWas a white as the snowThe stump of his pipeHe held tight in his teethAnd the smoke it encircled his headLike a wreathHe had a broad faceAnd a round little bellyThat shook when he laughedLike a bowl full of jellyHe was chubby and plumpA right jolly old elfI laughed when I saw himIn spite of myselfA wink of his eyeAnd a twist of his headSoon gave me to knowI had nothing to dreadHe spoke not a wordBut went straight to his workAnd filled all the stockingsThen turned with a jerkAn' laying a fingerAlong side his noseAn' giving a nodUp the chimney he roseHe sprang to his sleighTo his team gave a whistleAn' away they all flewLike the down of a thistleBut I heard him exclaimAs he drove out of sightAnd quot, Happy Christmas to allAnd to all a goodnight and quotHm