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A Visit from Saint Nicholas Twas the Night Before Christmas mobi ↠ Hardcover å 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 said that he wrote the piRofessor 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 'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with careIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there;The children were nestled all snug in their bedsWhile visions of sugar plums danced in their heads;And mamma in her 'kerchief and I in my capHad just settled down 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 name;Now Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and VixenOn Comet on Cupid on Donder 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 soot;A 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 snow;The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teethAnd the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;He 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 myself;A wink of his eye and a twist of his headSoon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;He 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 rose;He 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 nightMerry Christmas Goodreaders

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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 p 'Twas the night before Christmas when all thro' the houseNot a creature was stirring not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with careIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there;The children were nestled all snug in their bedsWhile visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads The opening lines of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas 'Twas the Night Before Christmas or A Visit from St Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore is arguably one of the most popular Christmastide themed poems ever written The poem was originally published anonymously in Sentinel on December 23 1823 and portrayed St Nicholas in an air borne sleigh pulled by eight reindeer visiting houses and distributing toys for children on the Christmas Eve told through the eyes of a father The poetry is short and simple and is pleasant to read and it follows a metrical form which is almost similar to a limerick From the introduction of the edition from 1912 we can perceive Moore’s motivation behind writing the poem Clement C Moore who wrote the poem never expected that he would be remembered by it If he expected to be famous at all as a writer he thought it would be because of the Hebrew Dictionary that he wrote He was born in a house near Chelsea Suare New York City in 1781; and he lived there all his life It was a great big house with fireplaces in it; just the house to be living in on Christmas EveDr Moore had children He liked writing poetry for them even than he liked writing a Hebrew Dictionary He wrote a whole book of poems for them One year he wrote this poem which we usually call 'T was the Night before Christmas to give to his children for a Christmas present They read it just after they had hung up their stockings before one of the big fireplaces in their house Afterward they learned it and sometimes recited it just as other children learn it and recite it nowThis piece of poem that Moore wrote for his children Margaret Charity and Mary influenced the physical appearance and the jolly bright personality of St Nicholas in American popular culture pretty soon Lines like His eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merry And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; He had a broad face and a little round bellyThat shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jellyand he was chubby and plump a right jolly old elf Moore’s template for the Santa that he drew through his poetry soon replaced the centuries old characteristic depictions of St Nicholas of Europe The poem also influenced the ideas of Christmas Eve gifting and is believed to have popularized the concept of Santa visiting homes on Christmas Eve bearing gifts in America Santa as illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith based on the description by Moore in the poemThe poetry was soon reprinted in many newspapers and magazines and was also adapted for many musical renderings A scan of the poem which was printed in the December 29 1877 issue of ‘Home Circle’ newspaper published from Boston Jessie Willcox Smith The Illustrator Jessie Willcox Smith right side facing the camera with artist Violet Oakley left side facing the camera illustrator Elizabeth Shippen Green and horticulturist Henrietta Preface Cozens a mutual friend of the three artists Photograph from the Archives of American Art Smithsonian Institution The edition which I had with me was published by Hougton Mifflin Company in 1912 and the poem was accompanied by cute and rich illustrations done by Jessie Willcox Smith one of

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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