{"id":131,"date":"2008-12-24T18:00:36","date_gmt":"2008-12-25T00:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.discoverclarksville.com\/articles\/?p=131"},"modified":"2008-12-22T16:05:42","modified_gmt":"2008-12-22T22:05:42","slug":"a-childrens-tale-for-christmas-eve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.discoverclarksville.com\/articles\/2008\/12\/24\/a-childrens-tale-for-christmas-eve\/","title":{"rendered":"A children&#8217;s tale for Christmas Eve"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><em><strong>Merry Christmas from the staff of Discover Clarksville.<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-130\" title=\"victorian-santa\" src=\"http:\/\/www.discoverclarksville.com\/articles\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/12\/victorian-santa-300x213.jpg\" alt=\"victorian-santa\" width=\"210\" height=\"149\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.discoverclarksville.com\/articles\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/12\/victorian-santa-300x213.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.discoverclarksville.com\/articles\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/12\/victorian-santa.jpg 445w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 210px) 100vw, 210px\" \/>As Christmas Eve settles over us, families gather and children, well, children have their eyes on the skies for that hoped-for glimpse of St. Nick, the reindeer, and the sleigh filled with delights to be found under Christmas trees the following morning.<\/p>\n<p>For that perfect video rendering of that bedtime story on Christmas Eve, we turn to William Goldstein&#8217;s\u00a0 whimsical version of Clement C. Moore&#8217;s classic poem (the text follows). Goldstein&#8217;s sets the poem for Orchestra, Chorus and Narrator.<!--more--><\/p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Twas The Night Before Christmas\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/244GWWnf5WE?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<p>Here is the text to Clement C. Moore&#8217;s beloved poem:<\/p>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><em><strong>T&#8217;was The Night Before Christmas<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n<p>Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house<br \/>\nNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.<br \/>\nThe stockings were hung by the chimney with care,<br \/>\nIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.<\/p>\n<p>The children were nestled all snug in their beds,<br \/>\nWhile visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.<br \/>\nAnd mamma in her \u2018kerchief, and I in my cap,<br \/>\nHad just settled our brains for a long winter\u2019s nap.<\/p>\n<p>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,<br \/>\nI sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.<br \/>\nAway to the window I flew like a flash,<br \/>\nTore open the shutters and threw up the sash.<\/p>\n<p>The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow<br \/>\nGave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.<br \/>\nWhen, what to my wondering eyes should appear,<br \/>\nBut a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.<\/p>\n<p>With a little old driver, so lively and quick,<br \/>\nI knew in a moment it must be St Nick.<br \/>\nMore rapid than eagles his coursers they came,<br \/>\nAnd he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!<br \/>\nOn, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!<br \/>\nTo the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!<br \/>\nNow dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,<br \/>\nWhen they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.<br \/>\nSo up to the house-top the coursers they flew,<br \/>\nWith the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.<\/p>\n<p>And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof<br \/>\nThe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.<br \/>\nAs I drew in my head, and was turning around,<br \/>\nDown the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.<\/p>\n<p>He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,<br \/>\nAnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.<br \/>\nA bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,<br \/>\nAnd he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.<\/p>\n<p>His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!<br \/>\nHis cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!<br \/>\nHis droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,<br \/>\nAnd the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.<\/p>\n<p>The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,<br \/>\nAnd the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.<br \/>\nHe had a broad face and a little round belly,<br \/>\nThat shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!<\/p>\n<p>He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,<br \/>\nAnd I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!<br \/>\nA wink of his eye and a twist of his head,<br \/>\nSoon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.<\/p>\n<p>He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,<br \/>\nAnd filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.<br \/>\nAnd laying his finger aside of his nose,<br \/>\nAnd giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!<\/p>\n<p>He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,<br \/>\nAnd away they all flew like the down of a thistle.<br \/>\nBut I heard him exclaim, \u2018ere he drove out of sight,<br \/>\n&#8220;Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Merry Christmas from the staff of Discover Clarksville. As Christmas Eve settles over us, families gather and children, well, children have their eyes on the skies for that hoped-for glimpse of St. Nick, the reindeer, and the sleigh filled with delights to be found under Christmas trees the following morning. 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