Frosty the Snowman

Was the night before Christmas and all through the house Not agreed to was stirring, not even a mouth The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled all snug in their vents While visits of sugar plums danced in their heads

My my her catchy fad by in my cap Had to settle down for a long winter's nap Then out in the lawn there are all such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter Away to the window I threw like a friend Tore open the strappers and threw up the stage

And what to my wondering I should appear But a minster slay and a tiny reindeer Oh and Santa Claus, look at the reindeer, echodosum He's calling it one by name. Dancer! Dancer! Prancer! Vixen! How much?

Cupid! Dancer! Dancer! Prancer! Vixen! How much? Cupid! Dancer! Vixen! And up to the house up the course as they flew with a sleighful of toys and technicalist too. As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney, St. Nicholas came with a bound.

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back. He looked like a pender just opening his pack. His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how married, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry, his draw little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the mead on his chin was as wide as the snow.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work and filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk. He sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistle and away they all flew like the town of a sizzle.