Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
mouse err I mean duckling,
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St.Nicholas would soon be there..
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk
And laying a 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 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! “