"'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."
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A Visit from St. Nicholas, l. 1. Published anonymously in the Troy, New York Sentinel on December 23, 1823, and was reprinted frequently thereafter with no name attached; later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore and included in an 1844 anthology of his works
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Clement Clarke Moore
Clement Clarke Moore (July 15, 1779 – July 10, 1863) was a professor of Oriental and Greek literature at Columbia College (now Columbia University) and at General Theological Seminary; but is best known as the credited author of A Visit From St. Nicholas (more commonly known today as Twas the Night Before Christmas).
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