The Night Before Christmas – Arthur Rackham

It’s that dreaded day for parents.  You know that you will need to battle your little darlings to bed because they are desperate to see Santa, they will be awake at 3am wanting to open presents and be badgering you for the bizarre sized batteries that they they need, to play with the latest noisy toy.  You will then be cooking at least 3 types of meat, seven hundred types of vegetables, and a rafter of pigs in blankets and yorkshire puddings along with a vat of gravy.  There are bits of wrapping paper everywhere and the rest of your family will be turning up at 10 expecting entertainment.  Ok, I paint a picture of the most stressful Christmas ever, but it does seem to escalate from what should be a pleasant day, to something which can be quite stressful.

I think this is why I love this Arthur Rackham picture so much.  It shows three children sleeping, their angelic embodiments above them, pending a visit from Santa.  It shows the audience the moment of calm, a feeling of goodwill and a faith.  It embodies the night before Christmas, which is why it fits so well with the poem by Clement Clarke Moore .

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through 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 danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down 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 lustre 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 called 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 hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

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 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 laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed 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 filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang 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.”

There is little left for me to say today, but I hope that your Christmas eve is peaceful and joyous and that your little angels sleep through the night.

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