T’Was The Night Before Christmas The Platters

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by, the chimney with care in hopes that
St. Nicholas would soon be there

The children were all nestled, all snug in their beds while
Visions of sugarplums danced in their heads

And momma 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 luster of midday to objects 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 and Vixen
On Comet, on Doner, an' Blitzen