Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house 

Not a child was outside not even a mouse 

The lists were hung by the fire with care

In hopes that Mr. Santa Claus would soon be there 

 The children were fast asleep in their beds

While visions of new toys danced in their heads

And dad in his chair and I in my bed we

Had just heard something loud over our heads

The moment had come where we knew could Santa really be true?

I knew in a moment the wonderings to my eyes appeared

 A sleigh with 8 reindeer and a white-bearded driver 

dressed up in full ppe and called them by name

Now dasher now dancer now prancer and vixen on comet

On cupid on donner and  blitzen 

He sprung to his sleigh and out with a cheer 

He sang wash your hooves wash them well now wash away all 

But I heard him exclaim now is all sparkling

Clean just like the presents under the tree that 

Shine with gleam