twas the night before christmas poem For kids And All

A Visit from Saint Nicholas ", also known as" The Night Before Christmas "and" Twas the night before Christmas "in its first line, is a poem first published anonymously in 1823 and generally attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, although demand has also been made which was written by Henry Livingston, Jr.
Here is the famous poem to enjoy with their children on Christmas Eve!
Twas the night before Christmas, when the whole house
Not a creature stirred, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children are all snug in their beds,
While visions of candy dancing in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,
He had just established for a long winter's nap,
When the grass stood as a noise
I jumped out of bed to see what happened.
Away from the window I flew like a flash,
Blinds and tore up the sheet.
The moon on the breast of the new 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 that at a time to be Saint Nicholas.
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! Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the gallery! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all! "
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane progress,
When faced with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So until the top of the house flying horses,
With the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and kicking each little hoof.
As noted in my head and was turning around,
The chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He is dressed in fur from head to 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 bright! his dimples how happy!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His funny little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was as white as snow;
The trunk of a tube that was pressed between the 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 the head,
Soon gave me to know that he had nothing to fear
He did not say a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,
He laid 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, before he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night."