{"id":6343,"date":"2024-01-08T22:53:07","date_gmt":"2024-01-08T22:53:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.stpeterswaterlooville.co.uk\/art\/?p=6343"},"modified":"2024-01-08T23:04:33","modified_gmt":"2024-01-08T23:04:33","slug":"twas-the-night-before-christmas-year-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.stpeterswaterlooville.co.uk\/art\/2024\/01\/08\/twas-the-night-before-christmas-year-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Twas the Night Before Christmas Year 5"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

A Visit from St. Nicholas<\/h1>\n\n\n\n

BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Away to the window I flew like a flash,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a little old driver so lively and quick,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Now, Dasher<\/em>! now, Dancer<\/em>! now Prancer<\/em> and Vixen<\/em>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On, Comet<\/em>! on, Cupid<\/em>! on, Donder<\/em> and Blitzen<\/em>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His eyes\u2014how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had a broad face and a little round belly<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And laying his finger aside of his nose,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHappy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The children read through this iconic Christmas poem before selecting part of it to illustrate. Can you see what part of the poem each illustrator has chosen?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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