text_original: To listen for the sound of the reindeers' feet on the roof, to hear the rustle of the paper packages as Santa Claus comes down the chimney  there is nothing like that! I used to lie and listen and cover up my eyes for fear I should look, and be all in a tremble of delight and mystery."
text_transcription: TO LISTEN FOR THE SOUND OF THE REINDEERS FEET ON THE ROOF TO HEAR THE RUSTLE OF THE PAPER PACKAGES AS SANTA CLAUS COMES DOWN THE CHIMNEY THERE IS NOTHING LIKE THAT I USED TO LIE AND LISTEN AND COVER UP MY EYES FOR FEAR I SHOULD LOOK AND BE ALL IN A TREMBLE OF DELIGHT AND MYSTERY
phonemes: tə lˈɪsən fɚðə sˈaʊnd ʌvðə ɹˈeɪndɪɹz fˈiːt ɔnðə ɹˈuːf, tə hˈɪɹ ðə ɹˈʌsəl ʌvðə pˈeɪpɚ pˈækɪdʒᵻz æz sˈæntə klˈɔːz kˈʌmz dˌaʊn ðə tʃˈɪmni ðɛɹ ɪz nˈʌθɪŋ lˈaɪk ðˈæt! aɪ jˈuːzd tə lˈaɪ ænd lˈɪsən ænd kˈʌvɚɹ ˌʌp maɪ ˈaɪz fɔːɹ fˈɪɹ aɪ ʃˌʊd lˈʊk, ænd biː ˈɔːl ɪn ɐ tɹˈɛmbəl ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt ænd mˈɪstɚɹi."