| 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
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| Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
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| All the stockings were hung by the chimney with care
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| In the hope that Saint Nicholas soon would be there
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| Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
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| A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer
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| A little old driver so lively and quick
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| I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick
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| And more rapid than eagles, his reindeer all came
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| As he shouted on Dasher and each reindeer’s name
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| And so up to the housetop the reindeer soon flew
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| With the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas, too
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| Down the chimney he came with a leap and a bound
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| He was dressed all in fur and his belly was round
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| He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
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| And filled all the stocking then turned with a jerk
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| And laying his finger aside of his nose
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| Then giving a nod up the chimney he rose
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| But I heard him exclaim where he drove out of sight
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| «Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night»
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| But I heard him exclaim where he drove out of sight
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| «Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night» |