Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse

All the stockings were hung by the chimney with care

In the hope that Saint Niccholas soon would be there

Then what to my wondering eyes should appear

A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer

A little old driver so lively and quick

I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick

And more rapid than eagles his reindeer all came

As he shouted “ On Dasher and each reindeer ' s name

And so up to the housetop the reindeer soon flew

With the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas too

Down the chimney he came with a leap and a bound;

He was dressed allin fur and his belly was round

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work

And filled all the stocking then turned with a jerk

And laying his finger aside of his nose

Then giving a nod up the chimney he rose

But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

“ Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night

But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

“ Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night