I chose the poem “A Visit from Saint Nicholas” by Clement Clark Moore to write this blog on. I chose this poem because It is actually a poem that I have read to me everyday. Ever since My sister and I were little girls my father would sit us down on the couch with him on Christmas Eve and read this poem to us. My dad is a Carpenter so it was always funny to see him reading to us on the couch because he isn’t really a lovey dovey man that cuddles up to us. Well anyways he reads this poem to us and it has because a Christmas tradition. Another reason why I chose this poem is because it is like Christmas in like 8 days which is pretty exciting and it gets me into the holiday spirit. I really like this poem because it is very cute and fun to read especially to the little ones and it’s about the best Holiday ever Christmas! It also use a great amount of wonderful adjectives which makes the poem even more interesting. This poem makes me think about Christmas. It makes me think about how it was always such a fun exciting holiday especially when I was a youngster and believed in Santa. I just thought it was the most amazing thing ever but it is still exciting even though I no longer believe that. Not only is it a great holiday because you get presents but it also gives time for families to spend time with each other and be jolly together. I honestly am counting the days till this Christmas and it is almost here. I know on December 24 my dad will be reading this poem to me right because we go to sleep. I love Christmas and this poem so much and hope everyone has a Merry Christmas.
A Visit from Saint Nicholas
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'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 nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma 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 the 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 the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. 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, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
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 the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. 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 pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful 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 aside 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, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."