TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS~
For Christmas Eve, I thought I would do a favorite Christmas
The story, that My mother read to me and me in turn read to my
son many years back when he was young. I believe it is a
favorite among many families... So I hope you enjoy the
Christmas Storie By Clement Clarke Moore. 1799-1863---
This Gentleman came from a prominent family and his father Benjamin Moore was the Bishop of New York who was famous for
officiating at the inauguration of George Washington, our first President of the U.S. The Tradition of reading Twas the night before Christmas on Christmas Eve is now a Worldwide institution & tradition too.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stocking 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 object below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny 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, 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,
Whith 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 tranished with ashes ans 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 demples 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 liked a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He wass chubby and plump, a right jolly oldelf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of this 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 exclam, 'ere he drove out of sight,
'Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!'
That is the famous Night Before Christmas Story/Poem
that is told do so many children around the world on
Christmas Eve.. I hope you all enjoy the story.
The story, that My mother read to me and me in turn read to my
son many years back when he was young. I believe it is a
favorite among many families... So I hope you enjoy the
Christmas Storie By Clement Clarke Moore. 1799-1863---
This Gentleman came from a prominent family and his father Benjamin Moore was the Bishop of New York who was famous for
officiating at the inauguration of George Washington, our first President of the U.S. The Tradition of reading Twas the night before Christmas on Christmas Eve is now a Worldwide institution & tradition too.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stocking 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 object below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny 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, 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,
Whith 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 tranished with ashes ans 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 demples 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 liked a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He wass chubby and plump, a right jolly oldelf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of this 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 exclam, 'ere he drove out of sight,
'Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!'
That is the famous Night Before Christmas Story/Poem
that is told do so many children around the world on
Christmas Eve.. I hope you all enjoy the story.
Happy Holidays
YOur Friend always Wendy xxx
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