A Visit from Saint Nicholas, Twas the Night Before

A Visit from Saint Nicholas, Twas the Night Before Christmas [Epub] ➛ A Visit from Saint Nicholas, Twas the Night Before Christmas ➜ Clement C. Moore – Thomashillier.co.uk With over 600000 copies sold Jan Brett's New York Times bestselling edition of Clement Moore’s classic Christmas poem celebrates its tenth anniversary with a note from Jan and an exuisitely redesigne With over from Saint ePUB ´ copies sold Jan Brett's New York Times bestselling edition of Clement Moore’s classic Christmas poem celebrates its tenth anniversary with a note from Jan and an exuisitely redesigned jacket with red A Visit MOBI :↠ foil trim making this a delectable holiday treat A new generation of readers will find Jan’s visual interpretation of this favorite poem set in a snowy New England village both familiar as St Nick visits Visit from Saint PDF/EPUB å a Victorian family and surprising with Jan’s addition of two stowaway elves from the North Pole.


About the Author: Clement C. Moore

Clement Clarke from Saint ePUB ´ Moore July – July is best known as the credited author of A Visit From St Nicholas commonly known today as Twas the Night Before ChristmasClement C Moore A Visit MOBI :↠ was famous in his own day as a professor of Oriental and Greek literature at Columbia College now Columbia University and at General Theological Seminary who compiled a two volume Hebrew dict.



10 thoughts on “A Visit from Saint Nicholas, Twas the Night Before Christmas

  1. karen karen says:

    AND NOW IS THE TIME OF YEAR I FLOAT OLD CHRISTMAS REVIEWS TO COUNTDOWN TO BING BONG BING BONGIT IS CHRISTMAS EVEi'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 coverwhich 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 minutesalso i love arthur rackham merry merrycome to my blog


  2. Mischenko Mischenko says:

    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


  3. Pramod Nair Pramod Nair says:

    '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 careIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there;The children were nestled all snug in their bedsWhile 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 Suare 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 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 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 nowThis 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 bellyThat shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jellyand 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 poemThe 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 SpyriJessie Willcox Smith was definitely influenced by French impressionist painters in her choice of colors and was eually 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 whistleAnd away they all flew like the down of a thistleBut I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sightHappy 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


  4. Mischenko Mischenko says:

    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 aloneMy 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 ever5


  5. David Schaafsma David Schaafsma says:

    Merry Christmas all you who celebrate this day one way or the otherEvery year in some fashion I read this aloud to the kids This is one of the old classic illustrated versions for me than the kids in a way though we have five versions of it around the house this time Everyone likes it though this year the eldest mimics some of the action that I describe lightly making fun of it He has this idea Santa no longer exists Where do these kids nowadays get this fake news?


  6. Arah-Lynda Arah-Lynda says:

    '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 careIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there;The children were nestled all snug in their bedsWhile visions of sugar plums danced in their heads;And mamma in her 'kerchief and I in my capHad just settled down for a long winter's napWhen out on the lawn there arose such a clatterI sprang from the bed to see what was the matterAway to the window I flew like a flashTore open the shutters and threw up the sashThe moon on the breast of the new fallen snowGave the lustre of mid day to objects belowWhen what to my wondering eyes should appearBut a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeerWith a little old driver so lively and uickI knew in a moment it must be St NickMore rapid than eagles his coursers they cameAnd he whistled and shouted and called them by name;Now Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and VixenOn Comet on Cupid on Donder and BlitzenTo the top of the porch to the top of the wallNow dash away dash away dash away allAs dry leaves that before the wild hurricane flyWhen they meet with an obstacle mount to the skySo up to the house top the coursers they flewWith the sleigh full of toys and St Nicholas tooAnd then in a twinkling I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of each little hoofAs I drew in my head and was turning aroundDown the chimney St Nicholas came with a boundHe was dressed all in fur from his head to his footAnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;A bundle of toys he had flung on his backAnd he looked like a peddler just opening his packHis eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merryHis cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherryHis droll little mouth was drawn up like a bowAnd the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teethAnd the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;He had a broad face and a little round bellyThat shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jellyHe was chubby and plump a right jolly old elfAnd I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself;A wink of his eye and a twist of his headSoon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;He spoke not a word but went straight to his workAnd filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerkAnd laying his finger aside of his noseAnd giving a nod up the chimney he rose;He sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistleAnd away they all flew like the down of a thistleBut I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sightHappy Christmas to all and to all a good nightMerry Christmas Goodreaders


  7. Kenny Kenny says:

    Still a delight to read after all these years


  8. jv poore jv poore says:

    Re read the copy Gammy Grandy gave me for Christmas in 1972 I love the illustrations in this edition every single year


  9. David Schaafsma David Schaafsma says:

    Go ahead read this aloud Christmas Eve to someone or someones It's not fake news; my mom swore every word is true and I never knew her to tell a lieTwas the night before Christmas when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring not even a mouseThe stockings were hung by the chimney with careIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be thereThe children were nestled all snug in their bedsWhile visions of sugar plums danced in their headsAnd mamma in her ‘kerchief and I in my capHad just settled our brains for a long winter’s napWhen out on the lawn there arose such a clatterI sprang from the bed to see what was the matterAway to the window I flew like a flashTore open the shutters and threw up the sashThe moon on the breast of the new fallen snowGave the lustre of mid day to objects belowWhen what to my wondering eyes should appearBut a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeerWith a little old driver so lively and uickI knew in a moment it must be St NickMore rapid than eagles his coursers they cameAnd he whistled and shouted and called them by nameNow Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and VixenOn Comet On Cupid on Donner and BlitzenTo the top of the porch to the top of the wallNow dash away Dash away Dash away allAs dry leaves that before the wild hurricane flyWhen they meet with an obstacle mount to the skySo up to the house top the coursers they flewWith the sleigh full of Toys and St Nicholas tooAnd then in a twinkling I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of each little hoofAs I drew in my head and was turning aroundDown the chimney St Nicholas came with a boundHe was dressed all in fur from his head to his footAnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and sootA bundle of Toys he had flung on his backAnd he looked like a peddler just opening his packHis eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merryHis cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherryHis droll little mouth was drawn up like a bowAnd the beard of his chin was as white as the snowThe stump of a pipe he held tight in his teethAnd the smoke it encircled his head like a wreathHe had a broad face and a little round bellyThat shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jellyHe was chubby and plump a right jolly old elfAnd I laughed when I saw him in spite of myselfA wink of his eye and a twist of his headSoon gave me to know I had nothing to dreadHe spoke not a word but went straight to his workAnd filled all the stockings then turned with a jerkAnd laying his finger aside of his noseAnd giving a nod up the chimney he roseHe sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistleAnd away they all flew like the down of a thistleBut I heard him exclaim ‘ere he drove out of sightHappy Christmas to all and to all a good night


  10. K.D. Absolutely K.D. Absolutely says:

    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 16This 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 17Do 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 euates 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


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