1823 poem the night before christmas5/23/2023 When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,īut a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads Īnd Mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, The children were nestled all snug in their beds, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house The Night Before Christmas, or, A Visit of St. The version of the poem used here comes from a 1920 edition, also in the library’s holdings. Nicholas) as illustrated by two copies of the text in Spencer’s collections – one from 1896 and the other from the early 1900s. To help celebrate the holidays, we’re sharing Clement Clarke Moore’s poem The Night Before Christmas (originally published in 1823 as A Visit from St.
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