The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below; Oh, I love this so much! In this part of the poem, Mr. Moore is describing the phenomenon of a dark night…

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer, Santa Clause is not the only one who loves the majestic reindeer! I did a little research and learned not only do they live…

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. At this point in our story, Papa was looking out the window into the dark blue snowy night. He instantly recognized…

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name: Santa Clause knows all his reindeer intimately, they are close special friends; loved ones. Just like our family and friends, this special…

“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen, “On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem; Each reindeer had a unique name that represented him, just like all of us. I’m sure Santa thought long and hard about what to…

“To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! “Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!” Santa Clause calls to his team to take action and, “Dash away all”! He is commanding the reindeer to get…

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; Leaves blowing in the wind is a classic autumn and winter scene. A cozy cable knit sweater and mug of spiced apple…

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys – and St. Nicholas too: St. Nicholas always has a sleigh full of toys wherever he goes on Christmas Eve! It is wonderful that his…