The Stockings Were Hung By The Chimney

His Droll Little Mouth Was Drawn Up Like A Bow, And The Beard Of His Chin Was As White As The Snow.

Now, 'dasher!' Now, 'dancer!' Now, 'prancer' And 'vixen!' On, 'comet!' On, 'cupid!' On, 'donner' And 'blitzen!'

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.

T'was The Night Before Christmas, When All Through The House, Not A Creature Was Stirring, Not Even A Mouse.