The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. — Clement Clarke Moore 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 hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were… — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
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… — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. — 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
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. — Clement Clarke Moore 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 hung by… — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. — Clement Clarke Moore Copy Share Image
