Was drawn up like a bow
He's chubby and plump
The courses they flew
Not a creature was stirring
And a round little belly
Along side his nose
Like the down of a thistle
But went straight to his work
A little ol' driver
Away to the window
Soon would be there
Yeah, laying a finger
For a long winter's nap
In spite of myself
And threw up the sash
And I in my cap
He spoke not a word
That shook when he laughed
What to my wandering eyes
I heard on the roof
Should appear
On Doner and Blitzen
Tore open the shutters
But a miniature sleigh
With a sleigh full of toys
He held tight in his teeth
A bundle of toys
And the smoke it encircled his head
By the chimney with care
Just opening his pack
To the top of the wall
The children were nestled
Had just settled down
As he whistled and shouted
Was as white as the snow
Danced in their heads
And mom in her kerchief
His cheeks were like roses
His courses they came
And his clothes were all covered
And giving a nod
And I laughed when I saw him
His eyes, how they twinkled?
When out on the lawn
Like a wreath
But I heard him exclaim
Then in a twinkling
To his team, gave a whistle
And St. Nick, too
Dash away all
His drawl little mouth
Down the chimney St. Nick
Then turned with a jerk
It must be St. Nick
His dimples, how merry?
He sprang to his sleigh
He had flung on his back
With ashes and soot
I flew like a flash
And the beard on his chin
His nose like a cherry
I sprang from my bed
From his head to his foot
The stump of a pipe
All snuggled in bed
Now dash away, dash away
And was turning around
As he drove out of sight
And filled all the stockings
Up the chimney he rose
Not even a mouse
As I drew in my head
To see what was the matter
He had a broad face
A right jolly old elf
The prancing and pawing
More rapid than eagles
"Happy Christmas to all
And he looked like a peddler
While visions of sugarplums
Of each little hoof
Like a bowl full of jelly
And called them by name
Now Dasher, now Dancer
Away they all flew
Came with a bound
Top of the porch
In hopes that St. Nicholas
And eight tiny reindeer
On Comet, on Cupid
So, up to the housetop
I knew in a moment
Now Prancer and Vixen
There arose such a clatter
Dressed all in fur
The stockings were hung
So lively and quick
