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‘Twas The Night Before Christmas (12 Hole Chromatic)
Music by F. Henri Clickman    Words by Clement Clark Moore
Key of C Major    Reading by Dick Van Dyke: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLhnh1VOAoM
Octave High is in red. Original Score Octave in green.
Tabbed for a 12 hole Key of C, Solo tuned chromatic.

Tab notations:
none = blow    - = draw    * = button in     __ = hold
(876) = blow chord    -(865) = draw chord
-2 = 2*


(121110) –(12109) (109) –(98) –(107) (107) –(976) (876)___
(876)    –(865)   (65)  -(54) -(63)  (63)  –(532) (432)___

-(86)  -7   7____
-(421) (21) 3____

6    6*  7     7  7    -7     7
2    2*  3     3  3    -3     3
Twas the night be-fore Christ-mas,

6    7   -5    6   -6
2    3   -1    2   -2
when all thro’ the house,

-6  7 -7   -7   -7  -8   -7    -6  -7 6  6* 7
-2  3 -3   -3   -3  -4   -3    -2  -3 2  2* 3
not a crea-ture was stir-ring, not ev-en a  mouse;

6   7     7    7    -7   7  6   7    7   -7   -8__
2   3     3    3    -3   3  2   3    3   -3   -4__
The stock-ings were hung by the chim-ney with care,

-8 8     -7   -8    8   -8 -7  -8   -8    8  10___
-4 4     -3   -4    4   -4 -3  -4   -4    5  6____
In hopes that Saint Nick-o-las soon would be there;

6   7    7    7    -7   7    6   7    -5 6     -6__
2   3    3    3    -3   3    2   3    -1 2     -2__
The chil-dren were nest-led, all snug in their beds,

-6    -7 -7    -7 -8 -8  -8    8      7     -7    -7*
-2    -3 -3    -3 -4 -4  -4    4      3     -3    -3*
While vi-sions of su-gar plums danced thro’ their heads;

-7* -7 -7 -6 -7   8   -7    -7  7 6  6* 7____
-3* -3 -3 -2 -3   4   -3    -3  3 2  2* 3____
And ma-ma in her ‘ker-chief and I in my cap.

-7  -8   8   8    -7  8      -8  8 -9   -7  -8    8____
-3  -4   4   4    -3  4      -4  4 -5   -3  -4    4____
Had just set-tled our brains for a long win-ter’s nap._


2. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
   I sprang from my 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 a lustre of midday to objects below;
   When what to my wondering eyes should appear
   But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,

3. 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! Now, 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!”

4. 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 head, and was turning around,
   Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

5. 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.

6. 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 round little belly
   That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
   He was chubby and plump – a right jolly old elf –
   And I laughed when I saw him, in spike of myself.
   A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
   Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

7. He spake 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 his exclaim, ere he drove out of sight –
   “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good-night!”

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