His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,Īnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.Ī bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,Īnd he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack. The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.Īs I drew in my head, and was turning around,ĭown the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound. With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.Īnd then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”Īs dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen! “Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,Īnd he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! With a little old driver, so lively and quick, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,īut a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer. Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow 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 Learn More About Clement Clarke Moore via The Poetry Foundation ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas | A Visit from St.
Moore was buried in Trinity Cemetery in New York City. Moore was one of 26 men and women who donate money for the purchase of land to be known as Touro Park (1865).Ĭlement Clarke Moore passed away on July 10th, 1863 in his Catherine Street home, his funeral was at Trinity Church in Newport. Moore lived on Catherine Street for 13 years and was active in the Newport community. Moore House,” and “The Night Before Christmas House”. At the time the poem was published, Moore was a resident of New York.Īfter retiring from teaching, Moore purchased a Victorian house at 25 Catherine Street in Newport, RI in 1850 and became a summer resident. The house is known by the names “Cedars,’ “Clement C. “ Twas the night before Christmas” was written by Clement Clarke Moore and first published anonymously in 1823 as “A Visit From St.
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