Family Force 5 T'was the Night Before Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas
'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. Nick would soon would be there.
The children all nestled all snug in their beds.
Visions of the
sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Mamma in her 'kerchief, I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there was such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, flying like a flash,
Open the shutters, throw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre to everything below.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny
reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came.
He whistled, and he shouted, and he called them by name:
'Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!
now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid!
on, Donner on Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
top of the wall!
Dash away! dash away all!
dash all!'
(T'was the night before Christmas)
'dash all!'
(T'was the night before
Christmas)
Dry leaves flew by when the hurricanes fly,
They meet right up and mount to the sky.
Up to the housetop reindeer flew
With the sleigh full of toys, St. Nicholas too.
Then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nick 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,
He looked like a pedler just opening a pack.
Eyes they twinkled; dimples, merry
cheeks like roses, nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth drawn up like a bow,
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And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
smoke, did encircle his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That swhen he laughed, like a bowl full
of jelly.
'Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!
now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid!
on, Donner on Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
top of the wall!
Dash away! dash away all!
dash all!'
(T'was the night before Christmas)
'dash all!'
(T'was the night before Christmas)
He was chubby and plump, 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
Led me to know I had nothing to dread.
He
spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
Laid his finger aside of his nose,
Giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to give the team a whistle,
Away they flew like the down of a thistle.
I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
'Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!'
'Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!
now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid!
on, Donner on
Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
top of the wall!
Dash away! dash away all!
dash all!'
(T'was the night before Christmas)
'dash all!'
(T'was the night before Christmas)
'Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!
now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid!
on, Donner on Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
top of the wall!
Dash away! dash away all!
dash all!'
(T'was the night before Christmas)
'dash all!'
(T'was the night before Christmas)
- by Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863)
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint 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;
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,
With a
little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint 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, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
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 Saint 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 head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Saint 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 droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
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.
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!”