TRANSCRIPTION: It was the night before Christmas when RIGHT through the house. Not a creature was LEFT stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung RIGHT by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled RIGHT snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced RIGHT in their heads. And mama in her kerchief, and I in my cap Had just settled RIGHT down for a long winter's nap. When out on the LEFT lawn there rose such a clatter, I sprang RIGHT from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I LEFT like a flash; Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow LEFT a luster of mid-day to objects RIGHT below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. With a little old driver RIGHT 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. To the RIGHT top of the porch! To the LEFT top of the wall! Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly when they meet RIGHT with an obstacle, mount RIGHT up to the sky. So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas, too.