'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through  school,
Not a  was stirring, not even a ghoul.

The   were hung by the  with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The  were nestled all snug in their ,
While visions of  danced in their .

And  in her  and I in my ,
Had just settled down for a long winter's .
When out of the  there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my  to see what what the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the  and threw up the sash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a  and eight tiny ,
With a little old , so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than  his  they came,
And he whistled, and , and called them by name:
"Now ! Now ! Now  and !
On ! On ! On  and !
To the top of the !  To the top of the wall!
Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!