Twas the night before christmas and all through the house, not creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The first and infamous line from Clement Clarke Moore’s 1823 poem,’A Visit from St Nicholas.’ It speaks of what happens when Santa comes to your house in the middle of the night to deliver gifts, unaware that he is being watched by the father of the family. The father being the one who is telling the tale.
A personal note: This poem always scared me, I first heard it when I was 5 years old from an audio cassette and a book my father bought me. I remember the voice booming out of the speakers and shook me to my little core. It didn’t really leave a good impression of Santa Claus on me. Since then I always thought of Santa Claus as mysterious figure who ran around at night, a being that would reward you if you were good and one you wouldn’t want to see get angry. For the life of me I can’t remember the name of the person who did the audio reading. I just remember that it was a book and cassette. Still I will leave you with a reading from Dick Van Dyke, with his boom voice.
So, Merry Christmas to all…and …Oh I still need to do the Grinch.