It vas night before Christmas, und all over the farm,Nothing vas schusslich,* no cause for alarm.The socks vere all hung by the chimney chust so,Vith the hopes they get filled up from ankle to toe.The nixnootzes schnoozing vithout any sound-In their heads clear toy candies been dancing around.And Mama and me , vell, ve outened the light,Crawled under the covers, and schnuggled up tight.*schusslich (SHUS-LICK)- moving around
Four cows and four steers-they vere harnessed somehow,And vere dragging behind them an old-fashioned plow,And there, chust behind it, as sour as a pickle,Vas a fella ve knew had to be the Belsnickel!(cut)"Now Jakie, now Becky! Now Rachel, Josiah!On Menno, on Sarah! Esther! Obadiah!And vatch vhere you're going! There's nothing unviserThan stamping your hoofs into stray fertilizer!"