’Twas the Night Before Christmas - Michael Bublé

'Twas the night before Christmas
And 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

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
Well, 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

"On, Dasher! On, Dancer!
On, 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 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 head
And was turning around
Down the chimney
St. Nicholas came with a bound

He was dressed all in furs, 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 in 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 (Ho ho ho)
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 he filled all the stockings; and 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
As he drove out of sight
"Happy Christmas to all
And to all
Good-night
Good-night."