The Night Before Christmas

The Night Before Christmas

by Clement C. Moore

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Overview

America's favorite Christmas poem, featuring timeless illustrations, is the perfect gift for any child!

On the night before Christmas, a father catches an unexpected glimpse of St. Nicholas himself. Along with his eight reindeer, Santa is here to fill the family's stockings with toys. His short visit fills the silent house with joy and wonder.

Written by Clement Clarke Moore and first published in 1823, this read-aloud classic has been beloved for generations. Whether for nostalgia-seeking readers or new generations, The Night Before Christmas is a must-have in everyone's collection.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780394830193
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 08/12/1975
Series: Pictureback(R)
Pages: 32
Sales rank: 13,111
Product dimensions: 7.88(w) x 8.06(h) x 0.13(d)
Age Range: 2 - 5 Years

About the Author

Clement C. Moore was born in the Chelsea section of New York City in 1779 and wrote his famous poem for children there in 1822.

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The Night Before Christmas


By Barbara Reid, Clement C. Moore

ALBERT WHITMAN & Company

Copyright © 2013 Barbara Reid
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8075-5625-2


CHAPTER 1

    '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 sugarplums
    danced in their heads;

    And Mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
    Had just settled down 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 a lustre 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, Donder 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 a bound.
    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.


(Continues...)

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