Twas The Night Before Christmas | Paper Puppet Playhouse | Christmas Poem


Paper Puppet Playhouse presents Twas The Night Before Christmas 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 momma in her kerchief
and I in my cap Had just settled down
for a long winters’ nap When out on the lawn
there arose 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 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 tiny reindeer With a little old driver
so lively and quick I knew in a moment
it must be St. Nick More rapid than angels
his coursers they came And he whistled and he shouted
and called them by name Now Dasher, now Dancer,
now Prancer, and Vixen On Comet, on Cupid,
on Donner, and Blitzen To the top of the porch,
to the top of the wall Now dash away, dash away,
dash away all So up to the house top
the coursers they flew With a sleigh full of toys
and St. Nicholas, too And then in a twinkling
I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing
of eight little hooves 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 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 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! Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas

3 thoughts on “Twas The Night Before Christmas | Paper Puppet Playhouse | Christmas Poem

  1. can you please write it down or give me a link that I can read it from.
    thank you so much.

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