You are watching “'Twas the Night Before Christmas”, a classic Christmas story retold as a warm and cozy animated movie for kids, teenagers and families.
On a quiet Christmas Eve, everyone in the house is asleep when a father suddenly hears a noise outside. He looks through the window and sees a tiny sleigh, eight reindeer and jolly St. Nicholas arriving on the rooftop. With gentle humor, snow, magic and the sound of sleigh bells, this timeless poem becomes a beautiful Christmas fairy tale on screen.
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Was 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 St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snuck in their beds.
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads,
had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
Mama, do you think Santa will find our house?
Of course, my love. Your stockings are hanging right by the chimney.
He won't miss them.
He brings candy and toys and maybe a new...
Close your eyes now. The sooner you fall asleep,
the sooner morning and maybe presents will come.
Goodnight, Papa. Goodnight, Papa.
Merry Christmas!
They grow up so fast, don't they?
Yes, but tonight they still believe in magic.
Let's get some rest, too.
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 sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave a luster of midday to objects below.
What on earth was that? That didn't sound like the wind.
It's probably just a branch in the snow. Come back to bed, dear.
No, this is different. I'd better take a look.
Let's see what's going on out there.
The snow. It looks almost like daytime under the moon.
Everything is glowing.
When what to my wandering eyes did appear...
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and quick...
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
A sleigh? Reindeer? It can't be, can it?
Eight tiny reindeer and a little old driver.
Lively and quick, it is him.
St. Nicholas. Santa Claus. At my very own house.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came.
And he whistled and shouted.
And called them by name.
Now Dasher. Now Dancer. Now Prancer and Vixen.
On Comet. On Cupid. On Donder and Blitzen.
To the top of the porch. To the top of the wall.
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.
He really calls them by name. Just like in the stories.
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly.
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew.
With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof.
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
They're on the roof. Right above our heads.
As I drew in my head and was turning around.
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot.
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back.
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled. His dimples how merry.
His cheese were like roses. His nose like a cherry.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bough.
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in 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.
Well, well, that was quite a drop.
These chimneys never get any wider.
His eyes they really shine.
And that laugh.
What a warm little house.
Stockings by the chimney just where they should be.
I can't believe it. He's exactly like the stories.
Nothing to fear tonight.
Only a bit of Christmas joy.
