Holly Stephey Reads "Twas The Night Before Christmas"!
Join Holly Stephey as she talks about The Christmas Holidays and reads Twas The Night Before Christmas!
The Christmas Holidays are important to Holly Of Red Velvet Media and she hopes to catch Santa and maybe an elf or two before the big day:)))
Tune in you never know who may show up and make sure to let Holly Know what you want for Christmas and she may even be able to see who is on the naughty List and the good list!
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 sack.
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 on 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 bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump,--a right jolly old elf--
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
Written by Clement C. Moore in 1822 as a Christmas present to his children.
Join Holly Stephey as she talks about The Christmas Holidays and reads Twas The Night Before Christmas!
The Christmas Holidays are important to Holly Of Red Velvet Media and she hopes to catch Santa and maybe an elf or two before the big day:)))
Tune in you never know who may show up and make sure to let Holly Know what you want for Christmas and she may even be able to see who is on the naughty List and the good list!
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 sack.
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 on 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 bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump,--a right jolly old elf--
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
Written by Clement C. Moore in 1822 as a Christmas present to his children.