Clement C. Moore ☆ A Visit from Saint Nicholas Twas the Night Before Christmas Text
Book ¸ A Visit from Saint Nicholas Twas the Night Before Christmas 32 pages ã Mbjuk î This poem first appeared in a newspaper in Troy New York USA on December 23 1823 as A Visit From St Nicholas No one claimed authorship until 13 years later Clement Clarke Moore a professor and poet saiThis poem first appeared in a newspaper in Troy New York USA on December 23 1823 as A Visit From St Nicholas No one claimed authorship until 13 years later Clement Clarke Moore a p This is one of my most treasured Christmas books to read over the holiday season particularly on Christmas Eve I believe most people already know the classic poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas” by Clement C Moore and I just reviewed another vintage edition that we read every year but this version is also grand This picture book contains beautiful illustrations that are lifelike and enchanting It's one to keep 5
Mobi ´ A Visit from Saint Nicholas Twas the Night Before Christmas ☆ Clement C. Moore
Rofessor and poet said that he wrote the piece for his children Unbeknownst to him his housekeeper had sent it to the newspaper to be published However the family of Henry Livingst Merry Christmas all you who celebrate this day one way or the otherEvery year in some fashion I read this aloud to the kids This is one of the old classic illustrated versions for me than the kids in a way though we have five versions of it around the house this time Everyone likes it though this year the eldest mimics some of the action that I describe lightly making fun of it He has this idea Santa no longer exists Where do these kids nowadays get this fake news?
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A Visit from Saint Nicholas Twas the Night Before ChristmasOn Jr contended that their father had been reciting “A Visit from St Nicholas” for 15 years prior to publication Regardless of the true author the poem is now a Christmas class Go ahead read this aloud Christmas Eve to someone or someones It's not fake news; my mom swore every word is true and I never knew her to tell a lieTwas the night before Christmas when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring not even a mouseThe stockings were hung by the chimney with careIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be thereThe children were nestled all snug in their bedsWhile visions of sugar plums danced in their headsAnd mamma in her ‘kerchief and I in my capHad just settled our brains for a long winter’s napWhen out on the lawn there arose such a clatterI sprang from the bed to see what was the matterAway to the window I flew like a flashTore open the shutters and threw up the sashThe moon on the breast of the new fallen snowGave the lustre of mid day to objects belowWhen what to my wondering eyes should appearBut a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeerWith a little old driver so lively and uickI knew in a moment it must be St NickMore rapid than eagles his coursers they cameAnd he whistled and shouted and called them by nameNow Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and VixenOn Comet On Cupid on Donner and BlitzenTo the top of the porch to the top of the wallNow dash away Dash away Dash away allAs dry leaves that before the wild hurricane flyWhen they meet with an obstacle mount to the skySo up to the house top the coursers they flewWith the sleigh full of Toys and St Nicholas tooAnd then in a twinkling I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of each little hoofAs I drew in my head and was turning aroundDown the chimney St Nicholas came with a boundHe was dressed all in fur from his head to his footAnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and sootA bundle of Toys he had flung on his backAnd he looked like a peddler just opening his packHis eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merryHis cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherryHis droll little mouth was drawn up like a bowAnd the beard of his chin was as white as the snowThe stump of a pipe he held tight in his teethAnd the smoke it encircled his head like a wreathHe had a broad face and a little round bellyThat shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jellyHe was chubby and plump a right jolly old elfAnd I laughed when I saw him in spite of myselfA wink of his eye and a twist of his headSoon gave me to know I had nothing to dreadHe spoke not a word but went straight to his workAnd filled all the stockings then turned with a jerkAnd laying his finger aside of his noseAnd giving a nod up the chimney he roseHe sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistleAnd away they all flew like the down of a thistleBut I heard him exclaim ‘ere he drove out of sightHappy Christmas to all and to all a good night