The Night Before Christmas
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1st Edition, 1950
Copyright © 1949, copyright renewed 1976 by Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Golden Books, an imprint of Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House, Inc., 1745 Broadway, New York, NY 10019. Originally published in slightly different form in the United States by Golden Press, Inc., New York, in 1949. Golden Books, A Golden Book, A Little Golden Book, the G colophon, and the distinctive gold spine are registered trademarks of Random House,
Inc. A Little Golden Book Classic is a trademark of Random House, Inc. Educators and librarians, for a variety of teaching tools, visit us at randomhouse.com/teachers Library of Congress Control Number: 2010934722 eISBN: 978-0-375-98012-1 Random House Children’s Books supports the First Amendment and celebrates the right to read. v3.1 Title Page Copyright First Page ’Twas 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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads, And Mama 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
his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf. And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And
laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down on a thistle. But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!”