Hey, Dave, 'twas the night before Christmas, we'll go Hi boys, here I go '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 One, two, three, four, no, Dave, don't we wanna hear some more The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads And mama in her 'kerchief and I in my cap Had settled our heads for a long winter's nap When out on the lawn, there a rose 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 outside was shining on the snow When the look will right on the ground 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 faster than eagles the reindeer 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 all 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 cute little mouth was just like a bow And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook 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, ere he drove out of sight Merry Christmas to all and goodnight