Lyrics to the night before christmas

1. '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;
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 just settled down for a long winter's nap,

2. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the 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 on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

3. With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and 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!"

4. As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, 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 hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

5. 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 droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

6. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And 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 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;

7. 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,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."

Gene Autry The Night Before Christmas Song
Lyricist：Leon Jr Harris , Bob Miller

'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 Nicholas 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
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With the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas, too
Down the chimney he came with a leap and a bound
He was dressed all in 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 where he drove out of sight
'Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night'

But I heard him exclaim where he drove out of sight
'Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night'

"To children of all ages, Christmas means Santa Claus."

'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.
The children were nestled all snug in their wee, little beds,
While visions of sugar plums danced in their wee, little heads.
Mamma in her kerchief, and 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 open the sash.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
That I knew right away, that it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, now Vixen,
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner, and Blitzen".

To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
Dash away, dash away, dash away, dash away all.
So up to the house top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
All the clattering noise of these galloping hoofs.
All bundled in fur from his head to his foot,
His clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

I drew in my head and was turning around,
When down the chimney he came with a bound.
A bag full of toys he had slung on his back,
And he looked like a little, old peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes, how they twinkled so gay,
His dimples, how merry were they.
His cheeks were like roses when kissed by the sun,
His nose like a cherry, all wrinkled with fun.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a little, old pipe he held tight in his teeth,
The smoke went around, and around, and around his head like a wreath.
Oh, he was so jolly and plump, a right jolly old, jolly old elf,
And I laughed, and I laughed, and I laughed when I saw him,
In spite of myself.
He had a round face, and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He gave me a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Judging by that sight, I knew all the while I had nothing to dread.

He spoke no word, but went straight to his work,
He filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk.
And laying a 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 good night."

'Tis the night after Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.

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The presents are scattered and broken like tears,
And St. Nicholas won't come again for a year.

The children are nestled all snug in their wee, little beds,
While memories of sugar plums dance in their wee, little heads.
Mamma in her kerchief, pappa in his cap,
Are settled at last for a long winter's nap.

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