Classic Audiobook Collection - Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement C. Moore ~ Full Audiobook [poetry]

Episode Date: November 14, 2022

Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement C. Moore audiobook. Genre: poetry On a quiet Christmas Eve in a cozy home, a narrator settles in for the night when an unexpected sound outside pulls him to the window. What he sees transforms an ordinary winter evening into a moment of pure wonder: a miniature sleigh, a team of swift reindeer, and a jolly visitor arriving with practiced ease. As the narrator watches in amazement, the stranger-quick, cheerful, and mysterious-moves through the house with a warmth that feels both magical and reassuring. Each detail, from the snowy rooftop to the visitor's twinkling eyes and bundled gifts, paints a vivid picture of holiday enchantment and family comfort. Told in lively rhyme and crisp, memorable images, this classic poem captures the childlike thrill of anticipation, the comfort of tradition, and the belief that generosity can be as real as the falling snow. Perfect for listening by the fire or sharing aloud with loved ones, this timeless Christmas staple invites every generation to pause, listen, and feel the season come alive. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 10 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

twas the night before christmas a visit from st nicholas by clement c more 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 love 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 luster of midday 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 to the housetop 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 head 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 end of twas the night before christmas read by carers allenberg in san diego california