Twas the Night Before Christmas is a story familiar to youngsters everywhere. I remember my Mom reading it to me when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. You know, memories are funny things, and sometimes they fade or become intertwined with others, creating new memories until you're not sure what you really remember. This is one of those times for me.
I think I remember making a book, probably out of construction paper, with the words and pictures from my copy of Twas The Night Before Christmas. I suspect Mom helped me put it together, hole-punched it and bound it with yarn. I believe this was a Christmas present for Daddy. So far, I have not found this book as I continue to look through things in the attic, though I hope to come across it one day.
Since I cannot share with you my childhood artwork, I give you this video, which tells the story with the illustrations I think I remember from my book all those years ago.
Merry Christmas from our house to yours. May you find peace and love in your homes and hearts.