Tis 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.
Outside, soft snowflakes drifted down in the glow of the moon,
Blanketing the world in a hush of quiet tune.
And there, on the rooftop, with a jingle so light,
Came Santa’s sleigh, pulled by reindeer in flight.
With a wink and a nod, he slipped down the flue,
Filled every stocking, then up and away he flew.
As dawn painted the sky in rosy delight,
The house stirred with wonder—pure magic that night.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night
