“He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed like a
bowlful of jelly.” There’s hardly a soul alive who couldn’t identify this as the
description of Santa Claus. These words were published for the first time on this
day in 1823 in the Troy (N.Y.) Sentinel
(now the Record). The poem we know as The Night Before Christmas or
A
Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement C. Moore, was published anonymously under the newspaper
editor’s title, Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas.
Moore’s poem, which he had written on Christmas Eve one year earlier, took a
circuitous route to the Troy paper. The story has it that Moore penned the
poem, inspired by the bells on the sleigh in which he was riding, the
sleigh’s jolly driver, and the new fallen snow on the streets of New York
City, as he was running a last minute errand for his wife. That evening, he
read his now-famous words to his six children as they sat in front of their
fireplace where “The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hope
that St. Nicholas soon would be there.” The children were so delighted with
their father’s images of “a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,” that
they saved the poem, showing it to a family friend, Harriet Butler, who was
visiting from Troy. Moore allowed Miss Butler to copy the poem in her
keepsake album.
Miss Butler was so taken with the charming work that she sent it in to the
Troy newspaper shortly before the following Christmas, unbeknownst to Moore,
who never intended to publish the poem as it was out of character for a
strait-laced professor of classics.
The poem captured the imaginations of young and old alike … indeed, its popularity
can be measured by the many editions still in print … so Clement C. Moore finally
consented to being recognized as its author when the poem appeared in The
New-York Book of Poetry in 1837.
Some say Moore took his inspiration from his past readings of the
Knickerbocker History and The Children’s Friend, borrowing a
little here and a little there. Others say that since he wasn’t writing for
publication, but for his own children, they can believe that the author of A
Compendious Lexicon of the Hebrew Language, a linguist and an elite
Episcopalian could also write: “More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name; Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer!
Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner
and Blitzen!”
We believe! We believe! We “ … heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of
sight, Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!.”
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