'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a soul was stirring, not even a mouse.

The silk stockings were hung by the fireplace with care, in hopes that ladies in garters soon would appear.

The boys were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of blondes, brunettes, and redheads danced in their heads.

And Lauren in her silk robe had just settled her head for a long winter's nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, the boys sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.  

Away to the window they flew like a flash, tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of midday to objects below, when, what to their wondering eyes should appear, but a sleigh and eight beautiful ladies.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, They knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now ANGELICA! Now HEATHER!
Now, STEPHANIE and PHOEBE!
On, ISABELLA! On, MARISOL!
On, ATHENA and BRIDGETTE!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

As sparkling snow that before the wild storm fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky so up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys for all naughty yet nice.  

And then, in a twinkling, on the roof the boys heard, the prancing and dancing of each tall skinny heel.

As they drew in their heads and turned around, down the chimney St. Nicholas bringing with him a bevy of ladies.

They were dressed all in lace, silk, and garter belts, from their heads to their toes, they were all aglow with sparkles and jewels.

Carrying champagne, strawberries, and crystal.

Their eyes--how they twinkled! Their smiles, how merry!

Their cheeks were like roses, their lips like cereses!

Their gorgeous mouths painted red`drawn up like a bow, with their hair all aglow.  

The stump of a candy cane each held in their pearly teeth, and the light from the tree encircling their heads like a wreath.  

With their beautiful faces and their round breasts, that shook when they laughed.

They were slender and curvy, a right enchanting site, and the boys smiled when they saw them, in delight.

A wink of their eyes and a twist of their heads soon let them know they had nothing to dread.

They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work, and pulled on the stockings, then stood with finesse.

And laying their fingers aside of their noses, and giving a nod, up the stairs they rose.

They sprang to their feet, with a kiss they departed. And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But they heard them exclaim, 'ere they drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Inspired by Clement Clarke Moore's famous poem