The Night Before Christmas /p3
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 a lustre of midday 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.