Quote of the Week

It's December 1st. Christmas decor and sales have been everywhere for a month now so I feel safe to pull out a Christmas Classic! (imagine I sang that - because I did - out loud too, not just in my head)

Today's classic is a poem and everyone knows the first few lines. What you don't know is that this poem is long. Fourteen stanzas long. Look it up if you don't believe me. Go ahead. I'll wait here and read the first four.

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 tinny reindeer.

– Clement Clarke Moore, Twas the Night Before Christmas