’Twas the night before Christmas and all through Montana,
settling into the evening close to the door.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
Away to the window they flew in a sprint,
The moon on the breast of the newly fallen snow,
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
And he whistled and shouted, and called them all by name.
Now Dasher, Now Dancer, Now Prancer, and Vixen,
On Comet, On Cupid, On Donner, and Blizten!
To the top of the store! To the top of Gift Corral!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
As frozen flurries before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, they mount to the sky;
So up to the store-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of gifts - and St. Nicholas too;
And then, in a twinkling, they hear on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As the gifts wait with anticipation around,
Through the store door, St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet.
And his big drawstring bag, on the floor, he put.
A bundle of Montana Made gifts flung out of his pack,
All from Gift Corral, imagine that!
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 snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly
Maybe it’s because he snacks on our popcorn?
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Helped the nervous gnomes relax from their dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
Filling up his bag, he was ready to go,
A Montana Gift Corral Christmas for everyone you know.
He sprang to his sleigh, his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
Heard from above, he exclaimed in mid-flight,
Merry Gift Corral Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
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