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Being beautiful: Some holiday wishes never go out of style


David Creel



Clement Clarke Moore wrote the classic poem below which has been read aloud to children on Christmas Eve for generations. The author was a man of few words, and it is believed that a family friend sent a copy of the magical poem to the New York Sentinel with one condition -- that the author must be kept anonymous. Well, I was never good at keeping secrets! The first publication date was Dec. 23, 1823, and it was an instant hit with children the world over.  


In the spirit of the holidays and the magic of Christmas seen through the eyes of the world's most precious gifts, our children, and dedicated to the memory of those angels, heroes and the families grieving in Connecticut and elsewhere this Christmas Eve, I felt it timely for us all to experience this classic again. Merry 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. 




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. 




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 lustre of mid-day 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, Donner 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 house-top 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!"


Former Columbus resident David Creel owns Beautiful With David salon in Jackson and has 20 years experience in the beauty industry. Contact him at [email protected]


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