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Dear Readers: Wishing you and all a very happy holiday season. Please enjoy the following poem. “A Visit from St. Nicholas” by Clement Clarke Moore. “’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through ...

The son of a career army officer, Bennett led a nomadic life, attending ten different schools before graduating in 1980 from the University of North Alabama with degrees in Art and History. After ...

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For many people, coming into Manhattan and seeing a festive show is a special part of their traditions during the holiday season. But just what is it like to be the ones on stage? Or more precisely ...

Editor’s Note: Clement Clarke Moore (1779 – 1863) wrote the poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas,” also known as “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” in 1822. It is believed that a family friend sent a copy ...

A framed reproduction of Myron King’s 19th-century illustration of “The Night Before Christmas” went missing from the Troy Public Library on Second Street, seen here on Christmas Eve, back in November ...

Clement Clark Moore wrote a poem for his children in 1822, "A Visit From St. Nicholas" -- also known to many as "The Night Before Christmas." Christopher Sadowski Clement Clark Moore was born in New ...

Clement Clark Moore was born in New York City in 1779 and, long before his death 84 years later, established a reputation as a scholar. A noted lecturer and writer, he also generously supported ...

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and Santa was sighing, He looked at the bridge traffic, and said, “Thank God I’m flying.” The stockings were hung for St. Nicholas to find, While the unions prayed ...