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English Christmas Poem: Twas The Night Before Christmas

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    English Christmas Poem: The poem Twas the Night Before Christmas is also known as “A Visit from St. Nicholas” or the “Night Before Christmas.” After being published anonymously in the early 1800s, the authorship was ultimately recognized by Clement Clark Moore in 1837, over a decade later.

    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 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 my bed to see what was the matter.

    Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
    Tore opened the shutters and threw up the sash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
    Gave a luster of midday to objects below,
    When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
    But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
    With a little old driver so lively and quick,
    I knew in a moment he 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, Donner and Blitzen!
    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
    Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
    As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

    So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
    With 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 abound.

    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
    And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and 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 on 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 full of jelly.

    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

    A wink of his 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 exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

    “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

    “Twas the Night Before Christmas” The poem is about the night before Christmas. The poem begins with the home falling silent at night. There was no sound. The family had hung their stockings and retired to bed. while the parents were still preparing to sleep., the younger children were dreaming about sweets while they slept.

    Just as the father was to sleep, he heard a noise and went to check out the window. To his surprise, the father noticed a large, overweight man with a silver beard. The strong man was riding in a reindeer-drawn sleigh. When the father glanced up, he noticed that the sled was loaded with toys and he was speeding from one rooftop to another. Soon after, the father heard footsteps on the roof. When he got downstairs, he saw St. Nicholas stuffing stockings with toys.

    When the silver-bearded man noticed the father, he just winked and urged him to be silent. And the man was gone before the father realized it. St. Nicolas climbed the chimney, his luggage on his shoulder. He hopped aboard the sleigh and rode away for the night. “Merry Christmas and good night!” was all the father could hear.

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