'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, save visions of sugar-plums in children's heads. From rooftop reindeer prance to St. Nick's chimney dash, stockings brim with toys as merry elves dash away with a wink and a wave. Moore's rhythmic reverie, alive with twinkling trimmings, enchants as a yuletide cornerstone, kindling holiday hearth-glow for all ages.
