歌曲名 'Twas The Night Before Christmas(Clean)

歌手名 Chris LeDoux

作词：Clement C. Moore/Ken Darby

作曲：Clement C. Moore/Ken Darby

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 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

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 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 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 hand and was turning around

Down the chimney St Nicholas came with

A bound He was dressed all in fur

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 like 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

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 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

And away they all flew like

The down of a thistle

But I heard him exclaim

Ere he drove out of sight

Happy Christmas to all

And to all a good-night