My last Christmas story is about the old favourite poem
Twas the The night Before Christmas When all through The House,
Not A Creature Was Stirring Not Even A Mouse.
This is a lovely old favourite poem of Christmas Eve I always
remember when I was a very small child I used to sit with my
mother in a large armchair in front of a blazing hot fire with
a hot mug of Ovaltine wrapped up in a warm blanket over my
pyjamas before I went to bed with a hot water bottle. My mother always read this poem to me the weeks coming up
to Christmas I loved this poem so much and I believe my mother got a lot of enjoyment reading it to me. Now I have
the pleasure to read this old favourite to my grandchildren when they come to stay with me over Christmas. So begins
"The Night Before Christmas" being the best-known children's Christmas Poem, an evocative picture of children snug
up in bed awaiting the visit of St Nicholas. The writer perhaps surprisingly, was a professor of Oriental languages
named Clement Clarke Moore. In New York just before Christmas in 1822, one of Professor Moore's small sons had been
hurt in a riding accident. His had not been a serious injury, but sadly, the pony had died afterwards, The boy was
inconsolable, and so the serious-minded professor sat at his desk and penned a poem in an attempt to make his unhappy
little son smile again. It did the trick for the youngster's cheerful spirits returned. A year later, the poem was published
anonymously and children and adults all over the world were captivated by its sentiments. Perhaps Professor Moore would
give a wry smile to know that he is remembered today not for academic work, but as the writer of a simple poem.
This is a lovely old favourite poem of Christmas Eve I always remember when I was a very small child I used to sit with my mother in a large armchair in front of a blazing hot fire with a hot mug of Ovaltine wrapped up in a warm blanket over my pyjamas before I went to bed with a hot water bottle. My mother always read this poem to me the weeks coming up to Christmas I loved this poem so much and I believe my mother got a lot of enjoyment reading it to me. Now I have the pleasure to read this old favourite to my grandchildren when they come to stay with me over Christmas. So begins "The Night Before Christmas" being the best-known children's Christmas Poem, an evocative picture of children snug up in bed awaiting the visit of St Nicholas. The writer perhaps surprisingly, was a professor of Oriental languages named Clement Clarke Moore. In New York just before Christmas in 1822, one of Professor Moore's small sons had been hurt in a riding accident. His had not been a serious injury, but sadly, the pony had died afterwards, The boy was inconsolable, and so the serious-minded professor sat at his desk and penned a poem in an attempt to make his unhappy little son smile again. It did the trick for the youngster's cheerful spirits returned. A year later, the poem was published anonymously and children and adults all over the world were captivated by its sentiments. Perhaps Professor Moore would give a wry smile to know that he is remembered today not for academic work, but as the writer of a simple poem.