Twas The Night Before Christmas – Lyrics

Title  Twas The Night Before Christmas
Composer  Clement Clarke Moore, Adaptation by Aretha Franklin
Composition’s Year  1823
First Recording Artist  Basil Rathbone
Aretha’s First Recording Year  2008

Lyrics
Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a body was stirring
Did I see a mouse

My stockings were hung
By the chimney with care
In hopes that my new man
Soon would be there

And my bro in his ditty
And I in my cap
I had just settled down
For a long winter’s nap

When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
I said: “Mmm”. I ain’t hardly getting up
To see what was the matter

But to my wondering eyes
What should appear
A silver and black Bentley
For my Christmas cheer

With a sure enough fine man
Stepping lively and quick
I knew immediately
It was not Saint Nick

And right into my front door
He came with a bound
He was dressed in black diamonds
From up to down

Bundle of gifts he had
And what did I get
As I squealed opening the package
The same old s**t

“I’m not ungrateful
You know that I shout it”
As he backed out of the front door
My sincerity he doubted

But I heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight
“Hey, you’re a hell of a woman”
I said: “Sure you’re right”

Català – Va Ser La Nit Abans De Nadal
Va ser la nit abans de Nadal
Quan a tota la casa
Ni un cos es movia
Vaig veure un ratolí

Les meves mitges eren penjades
Curosament al costat de la xemeneia
Amb l’esperança que el meu nou home
Aviat seria allà

I el meu germà amb la seva cantarella
I jo amb la meva gorra
Tot just m’acabava de preparar
Per a una llarga migdiada d’hivern

Quan, fora, a la gespa
Va sorgir un estrèpit tal
Vaig dir: “Mmm”. Amb prou feines m’aixecava
Per veure de què es tractava

Però als meus ulls curiosos
Què havia d’aparèixer?
Un Bentley platejat i negre
Per a la meva joia de Nadal

Amb un bon home, efectivament
Caminant viu i ràpid
Vaig saber immediatament
Que no era Sant Nicolau

I just a la meva porta
Va venir d’un salt
Estava vestit amb diamants negres
De dalt a baix

Una pila de regals tenia
I què vaig obtenir
Mentre cridava obrint el paquet?
La mateixa m***a de sempre

“No sóc desagraïda
Saps que he cridat”
Mentre es retirava de la porta principal
La meva sinceritat dubtava

Però el vaig sentir exclamar
Mentre desapareixia conduint
“Ei, ets un infern de dona”
Jo vaig dir: “Sí, tens raó”

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