'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

I WOULD LIKE TO SAY "THANK YOU" TO EVERYONE WHO POSTED SUCH WONDERFUL COMMENTS TO THIS POST.

I HAD FUN DOING IT AND THINGS LIKE THIS MAKE ME FEEL WARM AND COZY - WISHING I COULD RELIVE MY CHILDHOOD AND TAKE IN ALL THE WONDERFUL FUN MOMENTS AND STORE THEM AND NEVER FORGET THEM.

I HOPE IT BROUGHT YOU ALL SOMETHING SIMILAR.

Okay, now that I got everyone's curiosity built up this will probably be a huge let down, but I was so excited when I found this site because I loved the illustrations I found as well....after you read this click on the link at the end and see how beautiful some of the inside pages are.

I would have included them in this post but it would have taken up so much room.

I like to keep my posts short so I apologize for this one....but I just had to do it.

We all grew up hearing the poem 'Twas the Night Before Christmas and it is still a number one favorite among children and adults today

I think most of us never tire of hearing or reading it to our children, grandchildren or ourselves…it just wouldn't’t be Christmas without it!

Below are illustrations of the original covers of this beloved book. Do you remember any of them?

A Visit from St. Nicholas, more commonly know today as ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas (or The Night Before Christmas), was published by Clement Clarke Moore (July 15, 1779 – July 10, 1863) anonymously in the Troy, New York Sentinel on December 23, 1823.

The poem is one of the first modern stories about Santa Claus, and thus is one of Santa Claus' favorites.

The poem has been continuously in print - the original is at the end of the illustrations

1862 and 1864

1869

1883 Versions 1 and 2

1886

1895

1896 Versions 1, 2 and 3

1898 Versions 1 and 2

1900

1901 Versions 1, 2 and 3


1902
Visit the link I put at the bottom to see how
different Denslow's version is from Moore's

1903

1904 Versions 1 and 2

1905 Versions 1 thru 6

1907

1936

1940

1942

1975

1980

Here is the Original
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
A Visit From St. Nicholas/'Twas the Night Before Christmas

by Clement Clarke Moore

'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 down 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 hand, 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 peddler 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."

Taken from this site:
http://www.santaclaus.com/christmas-stories/twas-the-night-before-christmas/index.php