’Twas the Night Before Christmas Letra - Michael Bublé

'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

Soon would be there

The children were nestled

All snug in their beds

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads

And mamma 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 lustre of mid-day 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

Well, I knew in a moment

It must be St. Nick

More rapid than eagles

His coursers they came

And he whistled and shouted

And called them by name

"On, Dasher! On, Dancer!

On, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch!

To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. 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

St. Nicholas came with a bound

He was dressed all in furs, from his head to his foot

And his clothes were all tarnished

With ashes and soot

A bundle of Toys

He had flung on his back

And he looked like a peddler

Just opening his pack

His eyes—how they twinkled!

His dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses

His nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow

And the beard of his chin

Was as white as the snow

The stump of a pipe

He held tight in his teeth

And the smoke

It encircled his head like a wreath

He had a broad face

And a little round belly

That shook when he laughed

Like a bowlful of jelly (Ho ho ho)

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 head

Soon gave me to know

I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word

But went straight to his work

And he filled all the stockings; and 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

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle

But I heard him exclaim

As he drove out of sight

"Happy Christmas to all

And to all

Good-night

Good-night."