'Twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas The Night Before Christmas

A little mouse named Albert sends a letter to Santa stating that the whole town doesn't believe. Feeling offended, Santa ships back all of the towns letters! Father Mouse insists Albert make things right, but after breaking the towns only hope (A clock, made by clockmaker Joshua Trundle, that plays a heartfelt song to Santa as he rides by on his sleigh) Albert is in more trouble then ever! Can he fix the clock in time? Will Santa forgive them and deliver the presents?

"Twas The Night Before Christmas" is available on Dvd, along with "Frosty's Winter Wonderland"

George Gobel ... Father Mouse (voice)
Joel Grey ... Joshua Trundle (voice)
Tammy Grimes ... Albert (voice)
Bob McFadden ... (voice) (as Robert McFadden)
John McGiver ... Mayor (voice)

Tammy Grimes, George Gobel and Joel Grey

'Twas The Night Before Christmas contains a few of the best songs that came out of the studio. Below are the names along with a few of the lyics to help jog your memory. It's pretty much impossible to find the complete song lyrics on-line. (If anyone has them, please let me know)

Calling Santa
Christmas chimes are calling -- Santa, Santa!
Every child recalling -- Santa, Santa!
Come on old Kris Kringle
Down the Milky Way
Christmas chimes are calling--
Santa, we need you today!

Even a Miracle Needs a Hand
You hope- and I'll hurry.
You pray- and I'll plan.
We'll do what's necessary, cause
Even a miracle needs a hand!

Give Your Heart a Try
Let up a little on the wonder why and give your heart a try...

You can listen to these songs by going here although there is some difference in the song titles and a couple annoying little pop-ups, it's worth a listen.

'Twas The Night Before Christmas was very loosely based on the poem "The Night Before Christmas" by
Clement Clarke Moore. Also known as "A Visit from St. Nicholas", Moore wrote the poem in 1822. Over the years it has become a Christmas tradition with families around the world.

'Twas 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 snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the 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 the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I 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, 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!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane 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, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, 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 cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of 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 bowlful 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;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."