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REMEMBER WHEN? What’s the best part You still believed in about believing in him? Santa Claus? created by r. a. marifosque

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas created by r. a. marifosque

Who wrote it? • First appeared publicly in 1823 in Troy Sentinel with no author. • 1830 - reprinted in the same newspaper, with Clement Clark Moore cited as the author. • Descendants of Major Henry Livingston Jr. claimed that he was the real author of the poem. created by r. a. marifosque

Who wrote it? • Debates and research about the real author of this classic poem ensued. • Until now, nobody really knows who wrote the poem. created by r. a. marifosque

Who wrote ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas? Major Henry Livingston Jr. or Clement Clark Moore created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Clatter “There was a big clatter when the display shelf collapsed. ” (to move or go noisily or with a rattling sound) created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Shutter “The shutters banged shut as the wind howled past. ” (a usually movable cover or screen for a door or window) created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Courser “Don Juan’s coursers were as swift as the wind. ” (swift or spirited horses) created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Prance “The horses pranced about during the parade. ” (to rise up or move about on the hind legs) created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Paw “We could hear the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. ” (to scrape or beat with or as if with a hoof) created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Tarnish “The boy’s new clothes were horribly tarnished. ” (to make or become dull, dim or discolored) created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Soot “Do you know how to completely scrape soot off a pan? ” (a black powder formed when something is burned) created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Peddler “In the old times, an Avon lady would be called a peddler. ” (someone who travels from house to house with goods created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Droll “His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow. ” (having an odd or amusing quality) created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Thistle “Heidi found a lone thistle plant beside the daisies. ” (any of various prickly plants related to daisies having often showy heads of mostly tubular flowers) created by r. a. marifosque

UNLOCKING OF VOCABULARY Ere “Say goodbye ere you leave. ” (before) created by r. a. marifosque

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas By: Major Henry Livingston Jr. created by r. a. marifosque

‘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. // created by r. a. marifosque

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter / I sprang from my 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. // created by r. a. marifosque

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; // created by r. a. marifosque

"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 all!" // created by r. a. marifosque

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. // created by r. a. marifosque

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. // created by r. a. marifosque

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; // created by r. a. marifosque

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; // created by r. a. marifosque

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, created by r. a. marifosque

"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!" created by r. a. marifosque

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas by Major Henry Livingston, Jr. ‘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. // created by r. a. marifosque

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter / I sprang from my 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. // created by r. a. marifosque

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; // created by r. a. marifosque

"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 all!" // created by r. a. marifosque

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. // created by r. a. marifosque

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. // created by r. a. marifosque

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; // created by r. a. marifosque

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; // created by r. a. marifosque

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! created by r. a. marifosque