Twas the Night Before Christmas (feat. Mitchell Ayres & His Orchestra)

歌詞

'Twas the night before Christmas, When all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse! The stockings all hung By the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas Soon would be there! The children were nestled All safe in their beds, While visions of sugarplums Danced in their heads! And Mom 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 And threw up the sash! The moon on the breast Of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of midday To object below! When what to my wandering eyes Should appear, But a miniature sleigh And eight tiny reindeer! With a little ol' driver So lively and quick, I knew in a moment It must be St. Nick! More rapid than eagles His courses they came, As he whistled and shouted And called them by name: "Now Dasher, Now Dancer, Now Prancer, Now Vixen, On Comet, On Cupid, On Doner An' Blitzen!" To the top of the porch, To the top of the wall, Now dash-away, dash-away, Dash-away all! As dry leaves Before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle Mount to the sky. So, up to the housetop The courses they flew, With a 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 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 drawl little mouth Was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin Was a white as the snow! The stump of his pipe He held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head Like a wreath! He had a broad face And a round little belly, That shook when he laughed Like a bowl full of jelly! He was chubby and plump, A right jolly old elf, 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! An' laying a finger Along side his nose, An' giving a nod, Up the chimney he rose! He sprang to his sleigh, To his team gave a whistle, An' 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 a Goodnight!" Hmmm Poem by Clement Clarke Moore With original music by Ray Charles