3 December 2020 Clement Clarke Moore T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
3 December 2020 Clement Clarke Moore 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.
