"A Visit from St. Nicholas", also known as "The Night Before Christmas" and "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" from its first line, is a poem first published anonymously in 1823 and generally attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, although the claim has also been made that it was written by Henry Livingston, Jr. The poem, which has been called "arguably the best-known verses ever written by an American", is largely responsible for the conception of Santa Claus from the mid-nineteenth century to today, including his physical appearance, the night of his visit, his mode of transportation, the number and names of his reindeer, as well as the tradition that he brings toys to children. Prior to the poem, American ideas about St. Nicholas and other Christmastide visitors varied considerably. The poem has influenced ideas about St. Nicholas and Santa Claus beyond the United States to the rest of the English-speaking world and beyond. Arranged by Harry Simeone, this classic tale of children on the night before Christmas is a remarkable gem. Hope you enjoy the video. I spent 10 hours of love and creativity making it. I've had the vision of doing this for a while and hadn't seen a "Night Before Christmas video like it yet. So please don't copy my videos, rather just add to your favorites thank you!
Vocalist include Gordon Goodman, Jack Best along with the Pennsylvanians which include brothers Fred and Tom Waring, and their friends Freddy Buck and Poley McClintock. The female trio Ida Pearson, June Shafter, and Stella Friend known as 'The Three Waring Girls are also featured.
To children of all ages, Christmas means Santa Claus!
'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 wee little beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their wee little heads;
Mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my 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.
And what do my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
That I knew right away that 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!
Dash away! dash away! dash away dash away all!"
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
All the clater and noise of each galloping hoof.
All bundled in fur, from his head to his foot,
His clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
When down the chimney he came with a bound...
A bag full of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a little ole peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled so gay!
His dimples how merry were they!
His cheeks were like roses when kissed by the sun!
His nose like a cherry all wrinkled with fun!
His droll little mouth is drawn up like a bow!
The beard of his chin was as white as the snow!
The stump of a little old pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke went around and around and around his head like a wreath;
Oh he was a jolly and plump a right jolly old jolly old elf.
And I laughed and I laughed and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He gave me a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
A chuckle and a smile I knew all the while 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 a 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, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
It's the night after Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The presents are scattered and broken I fear,
And St. Nicholas won't come again for a year.
The children are nestled all snug in their wee little beds,
While memories of sugar plums danced in their wee little heads.
Mamma in her kerchief Pappa in his cap, are settled at last, for a long winter's nap."