Watch Young Guns, BFMV, Set It Off, Sum 41 Read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’


It’s serious: a dozen of rock bands had been preparing to recite an emotional children’s poem for you

December 26, 2016

BBC Radio 1 Rock Show came up with an awesome idea to delegate the lines of a Christmas poem to various rockers, from pop punk to alt-rock to hardcore and then put them back together for a full Christmas tale. The video message has lines read by State Champs, Set It Off, Creeper, Killswitch Engage, Young Guns, Enter Shikari, As It Is, Bullet for My Valentine, Sum 41 and many other bands.

When BBC Radio 1 put the pieces of this puzzle together, the result turned out to be quite entertaining (check it out below). The fact that many of the “stars” in the video message wear a Christmas hat or are sitting near a Christmas tree with a book in their hands cannot but put a smile on your face.

Watch the rockstar-studded Christmas message below and tell us whose emotional delivery impressed you the most and who you think needs to work on their reading/acting skills. Be the first to leave your comments and stay tuned with AlteRock Facebook and Twitter to never miss on the news about your favorite alternative music!

Rock Show Christmas Message

🤘 🎄 'Twas the Night Before Christmas… 🎄 🤘 Starring STATE CHAMPS, Set It Off, Deaf Havana, Creeper, Killswitch Engage, Young Guns, Enter Shikari, As It Is, Bullet for My Valentine, VUKOVI, Puppy, FIDLAR, Muncie Girls, Boston Manor, MILK TEETH & Sum 41 🎁

Geplaatst door Radio 1 Rock Show op Zaterdag 24 december 2016

To better follow the lines of the story in the video message, here is the whole text of the recited poem for you below.

Twas the Night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

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

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 and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

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.

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.

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 little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke 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 him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”