Twas The Night Before Christmas
Fred Waring Lyrics


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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 mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains 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 luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny 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, on Donner 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 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!"

Overall Meaning

The Night Before Christmas is a poem that presents the story of a man who wakes up to watch Santa Claus leave his presents by the fireplace. The poem exquisitely describes the stillness and silence of the night before Christmas. The man hears no noise, except for the sound of a big clatter on the lawn that jolts him out of bed. As he raises the sash of the window, he sees a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer, guided by an old, lively driver who is no other than Santa Claus himself. The man is awe-struck by this sight, watches as Santa Claus lands his sleigh on the housetop, and then makes his way down to the chimney to fill the waiting stockings with Christmas gifts.


The lyrics of the song capture the beauty and anticipation of Christmas night. The poem describes the eerie stillness of the house, the joyous cries of children dreaming of sugarplums, and the joy of waking up to Santa Claus's arrival. The poem beautifully portrays Santa Claus as a friendly, cheerful old man carrying a bag of gifts on his back. The Night Before Christmas is a festive poem that captures the essence of Christmas and inspires wonderful childhood memories.


Line by Line Meaning

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
It was the evening prior to Christmas when the entire household was at rest


Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
No living being was disturbed, not even a small rodent.


The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
The socks were deliberately placed close to the chimney


In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Expecting Saint Nicholas to come anytime soon.


The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
The babies were sleeping peacefully in their comfortable bedding,


While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
While they were dreaming of having a delicious snack before them


And mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Mommy wore a headscarf to bed, and I had a hat covering my head,


Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
We were getting ready for a prolonged period of sleep to combat the harsh winter.


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Suddenly the garden outside clamoured so loudly, it was heard indoors.


I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
I immediately jumped out of my bed to check what had happened outside


Away to the window I flew like a flash,
I rushed to the window like a bolt of lightning.


Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
I tore the blinds and pushed the window up wide,


The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
The moonlight was over the newly fallen snow,


Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
It was so bright it looked as if it was daytime.


When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Suddenly a strange thing caught my sight,


But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
It was a little toy cart with eight tiny, noisy reindeers.


With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
With a small, lively and speedy old driver,


I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
I instantly realized that it was St. Nicholas


More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
His horses were swifter than eagles to my amazement


And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
He whistled, shouted, and called their names!


"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
"Dash away! Dancer! Prancer! Vixen!


On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
Comet! Cupid! Donner! Blitzen! Keep up!


To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Get to the top of the balcony and scale the wall!


Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
Now run away, run away, run away all!


As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Floating like dry foliage before a violent hurricane


When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
When they reach an obstacle, they mount up to the sky.


So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
So the horses flew up to the rooftop of the house,


With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
The sleigh was loaded with many toys, plus St. Nicholas as well!


And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
Suddenly I hear a sound on the rooftop


The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
I hear each tiny foot prance and paw the roof.


As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
When I pulled my head back and twisted it around,


Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
In a single leap, St. Nicholas came down the chimney.


He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
His furry garment covered him completely from top to toe,


And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
His attire was covered in a thick layer of dust and ash


A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
A pack of toys was thrown over his back,


And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
And he resembled a peddler who was just opening his goods.


His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
They sparkle in his eyes! His dimples are light-hearted.


His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His rosy cheeks look like blossoming flowers, and his nose looks like a cherry!


His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
His little mouth was drawn up to look like a bow,


And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The hair covering his chin was as white as the snow


The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
The remains of his pipe he held firmly between his teeth,


And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
The fumes formed a wreath like shape around his head.


He had a broad face and a little round belly,
He had a large face and a small rounded belly,


That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
It shook as he laughed, like a bowl of wobbly jelly!


He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
He was chubby and plump, a very merry old man!


And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
I couldn't help but laugh when I saw him, even though I didn't want to!


A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
He gave me a brief wink and tilted his head,


Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
I understood that his gestures meant I had nothing to worry about.


He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He remained silent but got straight to work,


And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
He filled all the socks, then spun around suddenly.


And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He placed his finger down by his nose,


And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
And with a nod, he surged up the fireplace!


He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
He jumped into his cart and whistled to his horses,


And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
And they all flew away like thistledown,


But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
But as he disappeared from view, I heard him shout,


"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
"Merry Christmas, and a peaceful & joyful night to everyone!"




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE, JAMES MERRILL BRICKMAN

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@cynthiacates3050

I knew this song thoroughly as a child of the 60's. Now, my grandchildren know it because I play it for them every Christmas.

@michaelbarlow6610

The Fred Waring and the Pennsylvanians' version of "T'was The Night Before Christmas" remains to this day the greatest rendition/version of that classic Christmas song! No one has ever equalled it! Two of the things that make that version so fantastic are (1) the male singer with the beautiful falsetto voice who adds an eerie sad sound to that recording, and (2) the addition of an additional lyric at the end of the song - "The presents are scattered and broken I fear, and St. Nicholas won't come again for a year" (the lyric about the children are nestled and snug in their wee little beds...while memories of sugar plums dance in their wee little heads...Mama in her 'kerchief, Papa in his cap are settled at last...for a longgggggg winter's napppppp", Clement Moore did not add that to the very end of his poem) - is not found in Clement Moore's original poem which adds a sadness to the conclusion of the song!

@kimberlysiddons

This is what my family listened to at Christmas. I am a child of the 60’s and 70’s but this was and still is, the Christmas music I still crave. I’m glad it is on YouTube because these albums are very hard to come by. Thanks for sharing!

@jerrera45

I can so vividly Rember listening to this back in 1955 on an old 78rpm record. What a wonderful Christmas memory. 🎄🎄🎄🎄

@ruadhrose

I was born in the mid 1970's,but it is music from groups like these that fill my Christmas memories from childhood, because it was what my parents and my grandparents always listened to and we used on Christmas day while opening gifts and enjoying Christmas dinner.  I will always love the great ones like Bing Crosby, Nat King Cole, and things like this more than any of the recent and more modern versions of Christmas music.  It reminds me of better and happier times when all of my family was alive and we were together at the holidays.  Thank you so much for posting!

@Erzahler

+Luna Rose: You said it better than I ever could! I was born in the early 60's (a December baby!), and I was fortunate in that I had a mother who loved Christmas music. That, plus the fact I was born in December, both work to make me one with Christmas. I have no problem with that! 🎅🎄

@insanecrane5280

Lol I Was Born In 99 & Fortunate To Have A Grandpa w Walls & Walls Of VCR Tapes

@Number4lead

Amen.

@mariontrotman4677

I love love this

@dwygal1

This album of his was the primary Christmas music in my house in the 1950's & 1960's. God Bless us, everyone!

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