I had never heard this version of Hallelujah from Jeff Buckley…Thank you Teagan for such a nice gift. Enjoy!
For some authors writing their bio might be a daunting task. But it’s important to give it the same attention as you do when writing your books or an avatar
Clement Clarke Moore (July 15, 1779 – July 10, 1863) was an American Professor of Oriental and Greek Literature, as well as Divinity and Biblical Learning, at the General Theological Seminary of the Protestant Episcopal Church, in New York City. Located on land donated by the “Bard of Chelsea” himself, the seminary still stands today on Ninth Avenue between 20th and 21st Streets, in an area known as Chelsea Square. Moore’s connection with that institution continued for over twenty-five years. He is the author of the yuletide poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas”, which later became famous as “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”.
Thank you Clement Clarke Moore for the most beautiful Christmas poem ever written!
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ 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 danc’d in their heads
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 luster 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 call’d them by name:
“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! 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 dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he look’d 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 laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laugh’d 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 fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung 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.
The past week, I have been working on the sequel to “The Wolf’s Moon” and “The River.”
Working on the new book, I almost forgot that it is Christmas time!
Maybe it’s because it has been so warm. There hasn’t been any snow and the cold spells have been brief.
Regardless, there is so much in my private life to be thankful for.
The last three years have been tough but through it all, my wife stood by my side. My family and friends were all there for me in prayer and presence helping me through to this season.
Christmas is a time (for me at least) to say that it is a time to forgive, and remember the reason we have Christmas.
Not everyone believes in Christ and that’s okay. They don’t have to but I hope they celebrate the time of family.
I ask that all look into the eyes of a child and think about them.
Not every child will have presents under a tree – if they even have a tree. That is why I so endorse the Toys for Tots by the USMC – Reserve. There are so many other organizations that collect toys, clothes and food.
Please become a part of that.
Even if you are living in another country, find where you can help people not as lucky.
Then you too can stand and say “Semper Fidelis” – Always Faithful.
You may not believe in God, but why chance it…just in case…
Thanks for your friendship and prayers!
Merry Christmas! – Pat