twas the night before Christmas

Today, I will share A Christmas Classic that we all know and love.  May you have a Very Merry Christmas, and may all of your Christmas wishes come true!                            _______________________

First of all, let us learn all about who wrote this classic.  It was written by the Rev. Clement Clarke Moore ( 1779-1863 ). He was a professor of Oriental and Greek literature at the Episcopal General Theological Seminary in New York City. He wrote this classic for his children, and at first refused to let it be published because he felt it wasn’t fitting for a Priest to write, after all it didn’t mention God or Jesus Christ.  After a while his friends won and he let it be published, thus now we have this Christmas Classic:

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 plumbs

Danced in their heads.

And Mama in her kerchief,

And I in my cap

Had just settled our brains

For a long winter’s nap

When out on the roof

There arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed

To see what was the matter.

I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutter,

And through back the sash.

The moon on the breast

Of the new fallen snow

Gave the luster of midday

To the objects below,

When, what to my wandering

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 courses they came,

And he whistles and shouted

And called then be name:


To The Top Of The Stairs!

To The Top Of The Wall!

Now 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 courses they flew

With a 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 ands 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 bowl of jelly.

He was chubby and plump,

A right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him,

in spite of myself.

And a twist of his head

soon gave me to know

I had nothing to dread

A wink of his eye

He sprang to his sleigh,

To his team gave a whistle ,

And away they all fly

Like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim,

Ere he drove out of sight:



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