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My Favorite Holiday Poem | Seattle Newborn & Maternity Photographer
December 16, 2019 By  Stephanie With  0 Comment
In  My Thoughts

Christmas really is my favorite time of year. There are a million things about it I love. I could sit here all day writing about it. Family, Christmas cookies, the smell of fresh cut fir trees…the list goes on and on. 

A Favorite Read

Every Christmas Eve I sit with all of my kids and we read “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”. It is my absolute favorite Christmas book so I decided to do a little research about it. The first time it was published was December 23, 1823 in the Troy Sentinel paper in upstate New York. It has also been called “A Visit from St. Nicholas”. There was no name attached and it was published as a poem. The strangest thing about it was that there was no author. Quite a few years later a man named Clement Clark Moore claimed it as his own but over the years six more claimed ownership. There are a lot of arguments both for and against each person. 

The Poem

‘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 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 rein-deer,

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 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 pedler 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!

  • Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (Random House Inc., 1983)

Supposedly this is the original poem written by Clement C Moore. Picture credit: Lake County News

What are some of your favorite Holiday reads? I’d love to hear.

If you are interested in booking a newborn or maternity session with me, contact me HERE. I’d love to chat with you.

Stephanie Rubyor Photography

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