'Twas The Night Before Christmas lyrics - Michael Buble

 '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 the 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

Mom in her 'kerchief and I in my cap

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap

When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter

I sprang from my 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 a new-fallen snow

Gave a lustre 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

Well, I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came

And he whistled and shouted and he called them by name

"On, Dasher, on, Dancer

On, Prancer, on, Vixen

On, Comet, on, Cupid

On, Donner and Blitzen

To the top of the porch

Top of the wall

Now dash away, dash away

Dash away all"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly

When they meet to an obstacle mount to the sky

So up to the rooftop of the courses they flew

With a sleigh full of toys and saint Nicholas too

Then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing, the pawing of each little hoof

As I drew in my head and was turning around

Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound

He was dressed in all 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 on his chin was as white as the snow

The stump of his 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 bowl full 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 he filled all the stockings and then turned with a jerk

And laying a finger to the side of his nose

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose

He sprang to his sleigh and to his team gave a whistle

And away they flew like the down of a thistle

But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all, good night"

Good night