'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the village
Not a pirate was stirring to plunder nor pillage
Each tiny black cottage was battened down tight
To keep out the snow on the harsh winter night
"Is Santa here yet? Is he coming tonight?"
"Blimey!" cried Papa, "he's coming all right!
But ye must close yer eyes and not make any noise
Then Santa will bring us all presents and toys