{"id":385729,"date":"2021-12-24T03:22:04","date_gmt":"2021-12-24T00:22:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/en.buradabiliyorum.com\/a-visit-from-st-nicholas\/"},"modified":"2021-12-24T03:22:04","modified_gmt":"2021-12-24T00:22:04","slug":"a-visit-from-st-nicholas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/buradabiliyorum.com\/en\/a-visit-from-st-nicholas\/","title":{"rendered":"#A Visit From St. Nicholas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;<strong>#A Visit From St. Nicholas<\/strong>&#8221;<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/nypost.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2021\/12\/santa.jpg?quality=90&amp;strip=all\" \/><\/p>\n<div>\n<aside class=\"single__inline-module alignleft\">\n<\/aside>\n<p>C<em>lement Clark Moore was born in New York City in 1779 and, long before his death 84 years later, established a reputation as a scholar. A noted lecturer and writer, he also generously supported theological education. Yet his life would merit little more than a footnote in New York\u2019s history \u2014 except for the one poem for which he is remembered.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Written for his children in 1822, it was first published (anonymously) in the Troy, NY, Sentinel the next year. The poem was, of course, \u201cA Visit From St. Nicholas\u201d (\u201cThe Night Before Christmas\u201d).<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003\u2019Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003The children were nestled all snug in their beds,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And Mamma in her \u2019kerchief, and I in my cap,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003Had just settled our brains for a long winter\u2019s nap;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003Away to the window I flew like a flash,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003When, what to my wondering eyes should <a href=\"https:\/\/buradabiliyorum.com\/en\/category\/download-scripts-themes-apps\/\" data-internallinksmanager029f6b8e52c=\"9\" title=\"Download Scripts &amp; Themes &amp; Apps\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">app<\/a>ear,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003With a little old driver so lively and quick,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And he whistled and shouted and called them by name;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003\u201cNow, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003On, Comet! on Cupid! on Donder and Blitzen!<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003The prancing and pawing of each little hoof\u2014<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003As I drew in my head, and was turning around,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And he look\u2019d like a peddler just opening his pack<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003His eyes \u2014 how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003He had a broad face and a little round belly<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And I laughed, when I saw him, in spite of myself;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And fill\u2019d all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And laying his finger aside of his nose,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,<\/p>\n<p>\u2003\u2003\u201cHappy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2002\u2014 CLEMENT CLARK MOORE\n                        <\/p><\/div>\n<blockquote><p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">If you liked the article, do not forget to share it with your friends. 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A noted lecturer and writer, he also generously supported theological education. 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