''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 the hope that St Nicholas soon would be there.

..,
" Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer! Now, Vixen!
On, Comet, On, Cupid! On Donner,! On Blixen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"

...
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying a 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 of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight,

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT

By Clement C Moore, 1931

This is my must-read-aloud Christmas Eve poem.