The Night Before Christmas: Classic Holiday Poem Read Aloud

Qui Classes for Kids, Click Class Quick Classes for Kids Quei a Class for Kids. A Visit from Saint Nicholas by Clement Clark Moore. 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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled, all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And Mama 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 luster of midday. Two objects below one What to my wondering eyes did appear but a miniature sleigh, an eight tiny reindeer with a little old driver, so lovely and quick I knew in a moment he must be Saint 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 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 a sleigh full of toys, and Saint Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof, and I drew in my head and was turning around down the chimney. Saint 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 was 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 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 a side 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 air he drove out of sight. Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Thanks for listening to quick classics for kids. I hope you enjoy today's story. Don't forget we share short and timeless tales, poems, and fables perfect for bedtime, classrooms, and family story time. If you like this episode, please follow the show, leave a review, and share it with a friend. Until next time, keep imagining, keep wondering, and keep reading. Credit Class CA