It was the night before Christmas, when all over the house,
Not a creature stirred, not even a mouse;
The stockings were carefully hung by the chimney,
In the hope that Father Christmas would come soon;
 
The children snuggled in their beds;
And in their heads danced the fancy of sugarplums;
Soon all the stockings were filled, St Nicholas smiled;
Thanks to the little help in finding each child.
 
(Clement Clarke Moore & Angela Andrews)