Twas the night before CHRISTmas and all through the house.

The Knives were stirring trying to awaken the Mouse.

The Stockings were hung by the chimney with care and sheaths were 

beside them awaiting their ware.

Up on the roof top there was heard such a clatter, but it was just

Santa chipping the Ice with his bowie knife. Awakening the children

who was sleeping so well dreaming of candy and sugar plums soon

turned to knife wares.

So up they came running and dancing and singing as the jolly ole fellow

dropped in for the greeting.

Loudly he says Ho Ho Ho...and on to his task of stuffing them stockings

and mighty knife sheaths mumbling he says oh a Case here, a Boker

there,a few Schrade and some Queen, oh yes and the Primble and Westerns ohhh what a sight...then he turns toward the children and

says Merry Christmas to all and All a Happy Knifing Night !

Up the Chimney he went and out into the night you could here him recite...

Its Colonial,Walden,Kinsfolk,Hammers,Standards,Clauss,Uncle Henry, Kane, as he went out of sight...............................................