Canadian Bra** - The Night Before Christmas lyrics

'Twas the night before Christmas, when 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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there 'Twas the night before Christmas, when 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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled, all snug in their beds While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads Mama, 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 the 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 wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver, so lively and quick I knew in a moment, it must be Saint Nick More rapid than eagles, his coursers, they came And he whistled and shouted and called them by name "Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen On Comet, on Cupid, on Dunder and Blixem To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall Now dash away, dash away, dash away all, yeah" So up to the house-top, the coursers, they flew With a sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas too And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof As I drew in my head and was turning around Down the chimney, Saint Nicholas came with a bound A bundle of toys, he had, flung on his back And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself A wink of his eye and a twist of his neck Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread He spoke, not a word, but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk And laying his 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 Away, they all flew like the down of a thistle I heard him exclaim, then he drove out of sight "Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!" "Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!" "Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!" "Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!" "Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"