'Twas the night before Nookmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even old Klaus;
The stockings were hung by the Cranny with care,
In hopes that St. Nookolas soon would be there;
The locals were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Luna danced in their heads;
And Phil in his 'teddy, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the island there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flasher,
Tore open the shutters and threw up... the sash...er.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
and Isabelle manning the center below
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a rabid old driver, a corrupt old tanuk,
I knew in this moment he must be St. Nook.
More peppy than Bangle, his coursers they came,
And he cursed, and shouted, and called them by name:
Now Chelsea, Now Lopez, Now Fuchsia and Zell
On Dierdre, On Erik, On Beau and jingAle
To the top of the ! to the top of the wall!