'Twas the night before the night before Christmas, when all through the house
I was un-hiding Christmas presents, though not the cat's present of a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that presents soon would be there.
The children were supposed to be all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And Mommy with her tea, and I with my cup,
Had just started wrapping more up!
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the floor 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 lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny mouse-deer.