Twas the night before Christmas

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. It’s the most magical evening of the year, in a house so cozy and bursting with Christmas. Fans young and old will be delighted with this resplendent edition of Clement Moore’s classic poem.