‘Twas The Night Before Christmas – Aretha FranklinBy ‘Twas the nightBefore ChristmasWhen all through the houseNot a creature was stirringNot even a mouseThe stockings all hungBy the chimney with careIn hopesThat St. NicholasSoon would be thereThe children were nestledAll safe in their bedsWhile visions of sugarplumsDanced in their headsAnd mom in her kerchiefAnd I in my cap,Had just settled downFor a long winters napWhen out on the lawnThere arose such a clatterI sprang from my bedTo see what was the matterAway to the windowI flew like a flashTore open the shuttersAnd threw up the sashThe moon on the breastOf the new fallen snowGave the lustreOf middayTo object belowWhen whatTo my wandering eyesShould appearBut a miniature sleighAnd eight tiny reindeerWith a little ol driverSo lively and quickI knew in a momentIt must be St. nickMore rapid than eaglesHis courses they cameAs he whistledAnd shoutedAnd calledThem by nameNow dasherNow dancerNow prancerNow vixenOn cometOn cupidOn donerAn blitzenTo the topOf the porchTo the topOf the wallNow dash-awayDash-awayDash-away allAs dry leavesBefore the wildHurricane flyWhen they meetWith an obstacleMount to the skySo upTo the housetopThe coursesThey flewWith a sleighFull of toysAnd St. Nicholas tooAnd thenIn a twinklingI heard on the roofThe prancingAnd pawingOf each little hoofAs I drew in my headAnd was turning aroundDown the chimneySt. NicholasCame with a boundHe was dressedAll in furFrom his headTo his footAnd his clothesWere all tarnishedWith ashes and sootA bundle of toysHe had flungOn his backAnd he lookedLike a peddlerJust openingHis packHis eyesHow they twinkleHis dimples how merryHis cheeksWere like rosesHis nose like a cherryHis drawl little mouthWas drawn up like a bowAnd the beard of his chinWas a white as the snowThe stump of his pipeHe held tightIn his teethAnd the smoke itEncircled his headLike a wreathHe had a broad faceAnd a round little bellyThat shook when he laughedLike a bowl full of jellyHe was chubby and plumpA right jolly old elfI laughed when I saw himIn spite of myselfA wink of his eyeAnd a twist of his headSoon gave me to knowI had nothing to dreadHe spoke not a wordBut went straightTo his workAnd filledAll the stockingsThen turnedWith a jerkAn laying a fingerAlong side his noseAn giving a nodUp the chimneyHe roseHe sprangTo his sleighTo his teamGave a whistleAn awayThey all flewLike the downOf a thistleBut I heard him exclaimAs he drove out of sightHappy christmas to allAnd to all a goodnightHmmm www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20