When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hope that Saint Nicholas soon will be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar-plumbs danced in their heads
And mine in her kitchen and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap
When down in the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprung from my bed to see whats the matter
The man from the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave lustre of mid-day to people below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniture sleigh with eight tiny reindeer
Wth the little old man so lively and dear
I knew at the moment it must be Saint Nicholas and the reindeer
More rapid than eagles his cources they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
"Now Dasher, now Dancer, and Prancer and Vixen
Now Comet and Cupid and Donny and Blitzen
To the top of the porch to the top of the wall
Now dash away, dash away. dash away all."
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