Perhaps two decades ago when my daughter was but a child, I was driving through the country when a warm summer wind unleashed a mesmerizing shower of thistle upon us. Reminded of a line from the classic children’s poem, ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, I quickly pulled to the side of the road and we sprang from our seats and tried to catch the wind-blown thistle seed.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
Clement Clarke Moore (1779 – 1863) wrote the poem ‘Twas the night before Christmas also called “A Visit from St. Nicholas” in 1822. It is now the tradition in many American families to read the poem every Christmas Eve. The poem ‘Twas the night before Christmas’ has redefined our image of Christmas and Santa Claus. Prior to the creation of the story of ‘Twas the night before Christmas’ St. Nicholas, the patron saint of children, had never been associated with a sleigh or reindeer!
Memories – an accumulation of life experiences.