Hey, Dave, 'twas the night before Christmas we'll go!Hi, boys, here I go! 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot 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 mamma 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 snowWhen 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 roofThe 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 good-night."