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Twas The Night Before Christmas
作词:Clement Clarke Moore
T'was 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 snuggled in bed While visions of sugarplums Danced in their heads
And mom in her kerchief And I in my cap Had just settled down For a long winter's 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
What to my wandering eyes Should appear But a miniature sleigh And eight tiny reindeer
A little ol' driver So lively and quick I knew in a moment It must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles His courses they came As he whistled and shouted And called them by name
Now Dasher, now Dancer Now Prancer and Vixen On Comet, on Cupid On Doner and Blitzen
Top of the porch To the top of the wall Now dash away, dash away Dash away all
So, up to the housetop The courses they flew With a sleigh full of toys And St. Nick, too
Then in a twinkling I heard on the roof 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The prancing and pawing Of each little hoof
As I drew in my head And was turning around Down the chimney St. Nick Came with a bound
Dressed all in fur From his head to his foot And his clothes were all covered 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 drawl little mouth Was drawn up like a bow And the beard on 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 round little belly That shook when he laughed Like a bowl full of jelly
He's chubby and plump A right jolly old elf And I laughed when I saw him In spite of myself
He spoke not a word But went straight to his work And filled all the stockings Then turned with a jerk
Yeah, laying a finger Along side his nose And giving a nod Up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh To his team, gave a whistle Away they all flew Like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim As he drove out of sight 'Happy Christmas to all And to all a goodnight'
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