Night before Christmas
Clement Clarke Moore (1799 - 1863)
Twas the night before Christmas, when
all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
The stockings were hung by the chimney
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be
The children were nestled all snug in
While visions of sugar-plums danced in
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my
Had just settled our brains for a long
When out on the lawn there arose such a
I sprang from the bed to see what was
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects
When, what to my wondering eyes should
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny
With a little old driver, so lively and
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they
And he whistled, and shouted, and called
them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer!
now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on,
on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away
As dry leaves that before the wild
When they meet with an obstacle, mount
to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the
The prancing and pawing of each little
As I drew in my head, and was turning
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a
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
And he looked like a peddler, just
opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples
His cheeks were like roses, his nose
like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like
And the beard of his chin was as white
as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his
And the smoke it encircled his head like
He had a broad face and a little round
That shook when he laughed, like a
bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite
A wink of his eye and a twist of his
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to
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
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team
gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove
out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a