The Night Before Christmas

The Night Before ChristmasAmid The Many Celebrations Last Christmas Eve, In Various Places By Different Persons, There Was One, In New York City, Not Like Any Other Anywhere A Company Of Men, Women, And Children Went Together Just After The Evening Service In Their Church, And, Standing Around The Tomb Of The Author Of A Visit From St Nicholas, Recited Together The Words Of The Poem Which We All Know So Well And Love So DearlyDr Clement C Moore, Who Wrote The Poem, Never Expected That He Would Be Remembered By It If He Expected To Be Famous At All As A Writer, He Thought It Would Be Because Of The Hebrew Dictionary That He WroteHe Was Born In A House Near Chelsea Square, New York City, In And He Lived There All His Life It Was A Great Big House, With Fireplaces In It Just The House To Be Living In On Christmas EveDr Moore Had Children He Liked Writing Poetry For Them Even Than He Liked Writing A Hebrew Dictionary He Wrote A Whole Book Of Poems For ThemOne Year He Wrote This Poem, Which We Usually Call Twas The Night Before Christmas, To Give To His Children For A Christmas Present They Read It Just After They Had Hung Up Their Stockings Before One Of The Big Fireplaces In Their House Afterward, They Learned It, And Sometimes Recited It, Just As Other Children Learn It And Recite It NowIt Was Printed In A Newspaper Then A Magazine Printed It, And After A Time It Was Printed In The School Readers Later It Was Printed By Itself, With Pictures Then It Was Translated Into German, French, And Many Other Languages It Was Even Made Into Braille Which Is The Raised Printing That Blind Children Read With Their Fingers But Never Has It Been Given To Us In So Attractive A Form As In This Book It Has Happened That Almost All The Children In The World Know This Poem How Few Of Them Know Any Hebrew Every Christmas Eve The Young Men Studying To Be Ministers At The General Theological Seminary, New York City, Put A Holly Wreath Around Dr Moore S Picture, Which Is On The Wall Of Their Dining Room Why Because He Gave The Ground On Which The General Theological Seminary Stands Because He Wrote A Hebrew Dictionary No They Do It Because He Was The Author Of A Visit From St Nicholas Most Of The Children Probably Know The Words Of The Poem They Are Old But The Pictures That Miss Jessie Willcox Smith Has Painted For This Edition Of It Are New All The Children, Probably, Have Seen Other Pictures Painted By Miss Smith, Showing Children At Other Seasons Of The Year How Much They Will Enjoy Looking At These Pictures, Showing Children On That Night That All Children Like Best, Christmas Eve AND NOW IS THE TIME OF YEAR I FLOAT OLD CHRISTMAS REVIEWS TO COUNTDOWN TO BING BONG BING BONG IT IS CHRISTMAS EVE i m not sure if this is the correct edition to review the one i have is also illustrated by arthur rackham , but it has this cover which is much better than the one shown above i m not sure how to review this, because it s just the night before christmas, but since i feel compelled to review all the books i read ever, i am just putting it out there that this is a wonderful christmas present to receive, and reading it on christmas eve with a giant mug of cocoa is a pretty nice way to spend a few minutes.also i love arthur rackham merry merry come to my blog This is one of my most treasured Christmas books to read over the holiday season, particularly on Christmas Eve I believe most people already know the classic poem Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement C Moore, and I just reviewed another vintage edition that we read every year, but this version is also grand This picture book contains beautiful illustrations that are lifelike and enchanting It s one to keep 5 Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro the houseNot 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 danc d in their heads, The opening lines of Twas the Night Before Christmas Twas the Night Before Christmas or A Visit from St Nicholas, by Clement Clarke Moore is arguably one of the most popular Christmastide themed poems ever written The poem was originally published anonymously in Sentinel on December 23, 1823 and portrayed St Nicholas, in an air borne sleigh pulled by eight reindeer visiting houses and distributing toys for children on the Christmas Eve told through the eyes of a father The poetry is short and simple and is pleasant to read and it follows a metrical form, which is almost similar to a limerick From the introduction of the edition from 1912 we can perceive Moore s motivation behind writing the poem Clement C Moore, who wrote the poem, never expected that he would be remembered by it If he expected to be famous at all as a writer, he thought it would be because of the Hebrew Dictionary that he wrote He was born in a house near Chelsea Square, New York City, in 1781 and he lived there all his life It was a great big house, with fireplaces in it just the house to be living in on Christmas Eve.Dr Moore had children He liked writing poetry for them even than he liked writing a Hebrew Dictionary He wrote a whole book of poems for them One year he wrote this poem, which we usually call T was the Night before Christmas, to give to his children for a Christmas present They read it just after they had hung up their stockings before one of the big fireplaces in their house Afterward, they learned it, and sometimes recited it, just as other children learn it and recite it now.This piece of poem that Moore wrote for his children Margaret, Charity and Mary influenced the physical appearance and the jolly bright personality of St Nicholas in American popular culture pretty soon Lines like His eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merry , And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow , He had a broad face and a little round belly,That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.,and he was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, Moore s template for the Santa that he drew through his poetry soon replaced the centuries old characteristic depictions of St Nicholas of Europe The poem also influenced the ideas of Christmas Eve gifting and is believed to have popularized the concept of Santa visiting homes on Christmas Eve bearing gifts in America Santa as illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith based on the description by Moore in the poem.The poetry was soon reprinted in many newspapers and magazines and was also adapted for many musical renderings A scan of the poem, which was printed in the December 29, 1877 issue of Home Circle newspaper, published from Boston Jessie Willcox Smith The Illustrator Jessie Willcox Smith right side, facing the camera with artist Violet Oakley left side, facing the camera , illustrator Elizabeth Shippen Green and horticulturist Henrietta Preface Cozens, a mutual friend of the three artists Photograph from the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution. The edition, which I had with me, was published by Hougton Mifflin Company in 1912 and the poem was accompanied by cute and rich illustrations done by Jessie Willcox Smith, one of the most famous female illustrators in the US during the late 19th and early 20th centuries a time period which is often regarded as the Golden Age of American Illustration Born in 1863 in Philadelphia, Jessie Willcox Smith was a prolific contributor to a range of well known magazines and periodicals of the time like Good Housekeeping, Scribner s and Collier s She also did illustrations for literary works like An Old Fashioned Girl Louisa May Alcott , A Child s Garden of Verses Robert Louis Stevenson , The Bed Time Book Helen Hay Whitney , Dicken s Children Charles Dickens and Heidi Johanna Spyri .Jessie Willcox Smith was definitely influenced by French impressionist painters in her choice of colors and was equally proficient in working with a whole range of media like oil, watercolor, charcoal and pastels A large percentage of her works reflects motherly love with children being portrayed as the main subjects She passed away in 1935 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 The conclusion of the poem as illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith from the 1912 edition of Twas the night before Christmas The illustrations in this edition reflect the spirit and joy of Christmas and they portray the wonder, the cheer and the anticipation, in children on the night of Christmas Eve Happy Holidays to all my GR friends and I wish you all a very Smashing 2016. This book is featured on today s Shabby Sunday is one of my most treasured Christmas books to read over the holiday season, particularly on Christmas Eve I believe most people already know the classic poem Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement C Moore, and I couldn t tell you how many different editions we have of this one, but what makes this edition so special to me are the classic vintage illustrations by Leonard Weisgard that take me back in time to my childhood I think I cherish this version than my kids do for that reason alone.My edition is the 1983 printing by Grosset Dunlap The cover is in bad shape and I ve had to hot glue the pages back in already The pages, however, are in near perfect condition They re crisp and clean for their age and the illustrations are still as vivid as ever.5 Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot 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 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 snowGave the lustre of mid day to objects below,When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,With a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it 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 dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,So up to the house top the coursers they flew,With the sleigh full of toys, and St Nicholas too.And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe 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.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 of 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 bowlful 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 Merry Christmas Goodreaders At what age did you stop believing in Santa Claus Last Christmas, I still had to buy something for my daughter and wrote From Santa Claus on the gift tag because she still believed in him She was 16.This morning while I was about to drop her at the gate of her school, she again borrowed the rosary hanging on the rearview mirror of my car The rosary was a gift from my friend who attended the World Youth s Day in Brazil this year so I am proud of it and taking care of it The beads are made of wood and each mystery has its own color As my daughter was removing it from the mirror I told her that I will hint, hint or maybe Santa Claus will give her a rosary for Christmas so she will stop borrowing my rosary She sweetly smiled as if in acceptance that a rosary would be a nice gift from Santa She is now 17.Do parents need to stop encouraging their young children to believe in Santa Claus When the child grows up, are parents expected to correct this by saying something like, Now that you are a grownup, sorry if we fooled you but there is no Santa Clement Moore, the author of this poem Twas the Night Before Christmas, was a reticent man and it is believed that a family friend, Miss H Butler, sent a copy of the poem to the New York Sentinel who published the poem The condition of publication was that the author of Twas the Night Before Christmas was to remain anonymous During that time professors were highly respected people in the society and it was shameful for them to author any works for children The poem was first published on 23rd December 1823 and it was an immediate success The reason It set the most appealing and now widely accepted image of Santa Claus with his toy giving activity on Christmas Eve with his sleigh and pulled by the eight reindeers including their individual names From then on, the tradition of reading Twas the Night Before Christmas poem on Christmas Eve is now a worldwide institution and tradition Moore said to have been inspired by a trader whom he saw doing retails one Christmas morning with goods on a sleigh and also, of course, the image of St Nicholas So it was Moore who started this idea of children to believe in Santa Claus Did he do us a favor Or is it high time that we stop this crap altogether In my opinion, the sweet smile that my daughter gave this morning was an indication that she now knows that I have been her Santa Claus all these years So, there is no need for me to tell her She does not say that she knows Neither do I need to apologize to her for fooling her I think that she now equates the image of Santa Claus to something similar to that of a father s love My love for her That Santa is an extension of that love that is somewhat special that it gets to manifest itself during Christmastime when the weather is cooler and people are merry and bright. This is a version of the classic poem illustrated by Jessie Smith in 1912 I couldn t find a correct entry in Goodreads, this is the best I could do I rather enjoy the artwork and I recognize a few panels that companies use for Santa Claus I haven t seen this one Santa isn t all in red, but dark clothes with soot and ashes on him The artwork reminds me of turn of the century coca cola product art.The kids love this poem From the Treasure of Winter time Tales. Go ahead, read this aloud Christmas Eve to someone or someones It s not fake news my mommy swore every word is true, and I never knew her to tell a lie Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot 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 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 snowGave the lustre of mid day to objects below.When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.With a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it 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 dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.So up to the house top the coursers they flew,With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe 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.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 of 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 bowlful 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 Every year, in some fashion, I read this aloud to the kids What has sold copies, in versions This is one of the old classic illustrated versions, for me than the kids, in a way, though we had five versions of it around the house this time Everybody likes it, though this year the now eleven year old mimes some of the action that I describe, lightly making fun of it He has this idea Santa no longer exists