The Night After Christmas

Clement C. Moore December 22, 2015
North American
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    ‘Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house

    Not a creature was stirring—excepting a mouse.

    The stockings were flung in haste over the chair,

    For hopes of St. Nicholas were no longer there.

    The children were restlessly tossing in bed,

    For the pie and the candy were heavy as lead;

    While mamma in her kerchief, and I in my gown,

    Had just made up our minds that we would not lie down,

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

    I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.

    Away to the window I went with a dash,

    Flung open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

    Gave the lustre of noon-day to objects below.

    When what to my long anxious eyes should appear

    But a horse and a sleigh, both old-fashioned and queer;

    With a little old driver, so solemn and slow,

    I knew at a glance it must be Dr Brough.

    I drew in my head, and was turning around,

    When upstairs came the Doctor, with scarcely a sound,

    He wore a thick overcoat, made long ago,

    And the beard on his chin was white with the snow.

    He spoke a few words, and went straight to his work;

    He felt all the pulses,—then turned with a jerk,

    And laying his finger aside of his nose,

    With a nod of his head to the chimney he goes:—

    “A spoonful of oil, ma’am, if you have it handy;

    No nuts and no raisins, no pies and no candy.

    These tender young stomachs cannot well digest

    All the sweets that they get; toys and books are the best.

    But I know my advice will not find many friends,

    For the custom of Christmas the other way tends.

    The fathers and mothers, and Santa Claus, too,

    Are exceedingly blind. Well, a good-night to you!”

    And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight:

    These feastings and candies make Doctors’ bills right!”

    {Note: You can read an illustrated version of this story, plus other Christmas fairy tales, in our collection Christmas Tales: The Night Before Christmas and 21 Other Illustrated Christmas Stories, now available for Amazon Kindle and paperback}

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