A Visit From St Nicholas and Other Merry Tales

By Maxine Barry

This collection of illustrated Christmas stories is perfect for reading together. Whether you are looking for familiar classics or new discoveries, these tales will charm and delight children of all ages.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Arcturus Publishing
• Release date: Nov 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781789504965

Maxine Barry

After many years of working in publishing, keen to encourage even more children to fall in love with reading, Maxine Barry was one of the founders of Storytime - a magazine which celebrates all kinds of stories from all around the world. Maxine has a real talent for making traditional tales relevant to today's children. She lives on an island in the River Thames in a small house with a lot of bookshelves, where she spends her days collecting, reading and writing short stories.

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A Visit From St. Nicholas

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 our brains 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 midday 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