Twas The Night Before Christmas - Video Children's Christmas Poem

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StoryBear's Twas The Night Before Christmas   Watch StoryBear™ read Twas The Night Before Christmas poem on your SmartTV, PC, Pad or other device, includes large clear subtitles to help children learning to read.   The text of the poem is included further down this page after the Play Video Buttons below, there is also a Large Print eBook version to freely download at the bottom of the page (PDF).   Click on any of the following device version buttons to watch now, you may share and copy this video freely. Please note you may need to wait for the video to be buffered (part downloaded) on your device before it will play.     MP4 MP4 for Mobile, iPad and Android     MP4 MP4 high quality for Apple Mac, iPad and Android     MP4 for SmartTV's     WMV high quality for Windows Media Player     or click to play on YouTube (lower quality)     Twas The Night Before Christmas   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. &nbsp &nbsp 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. &nbsp &nbsp 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. &nbsp &nbsp 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. &nbsp &nbsp 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. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen To the top of the porch to the top of the wall Now dash away, dash away, dash away all. &nbsp 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. &nbsp &nbsp And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound. &nbsp 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. &nbsp 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. &nbsp &nbsp 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. &nbsp &nbsp 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. &nbsp &nbsp 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. &nbsp &nbsp 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. &nbsp   &nbsp About Twas The Night Before Christmas   The poem was written by Clement Clarke Moore in 1837 and originally titled A Visit from St. Nicholas, but much later became famous as the popular Christmas Eve children's poem Twas the Night Before Christmas much loved in the USA.   The video version above was filmed on location at Melanie's christmas Snow Scene at her home in Tewkesbury UK featuring an animated story telling bear. &nbsp &nbsp Free eBook version     Click Here    to Download the Free illustrated eBook &nbsp &nbsp More Stories   There are many more poems and stories in our collection, to register for Free Stories please click below or click the Free Story Access button top left on this page.     Click Here    to Register for more Free Stories.