The children were nestled all snug in their beds,while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
Now, 'Dasher!' now, 'Dancer!' now, 'Prancer' and 'Vixen!' On, 'Comet!' on, 'Cupid!' on, 'Donner' and 'Blitzen!' — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
Never deny the babies their Christmas! It is the shining seal set upon, a year of happiness. Let them believe in Santa… — Mary Virginia Terhune Copy Share Image
“We did not oversleep at St. Nicholas. The church-bell began to ring at four-thirty in the morning, and from the length of… — Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens Copy Share Image
I'm as true a Protestant, in sooth, as any fine lady that walks into church, but it's not wrong to turn sometimes… — Mary Mapes Dodge Copy Share Image
“In the Christmas season of 1822, Clement Clarke Moore, a prosperous New York scholar and landowner, wrote a series of verses in… — Gerry Bowler Copy Share Image
Rays were blazing through the atmosphere of the earth, the horizon became bright orange, gradually passing into all the colors of the… — Yuri Gagarin Copy Share Image
“July is a bad month for revolutionaries. In France, Robespierre was executed in July; in Russia, five eminent Decembrists, who had revolted… — Edvard Radzinsky Copy Share Image
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were… — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
“What do you learn at school, then?" "We learn about the Prophet and his three hundred authenticated miracles,and about Abraham and Isaac… — Louis de Bernières Copy Share Image
