'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...
When out on the lawn there arouse such a clatter,
I spray from the bed to see what was the matter...
With a little old driver so lively & quick, I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick...
"Now, Dasher! Now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen!"
And then, in a twinking 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.
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!...
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!"
- (the edited version) Clement Clarke Moore