Clement Clarke Moore

Dec 24, 2024 | nydailynews.com | Clement Clarke Moore

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot 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.

May 16, 2024 | citylifestyle.com | Clement Clarke Moore |Corey Schwartz |Kirsti Call |Marissa Meyer

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Jan 2, 2024 | mondaq.com | Clement Clarke Moore |Michael O'Brien

As a change of pace for its Employment Law Updates at this festive time of the year, Parsons Behle & Latimer asked one of its employment attorneys to devote his seasoned research and writing skills to analyzing not a workplace issue, but the best loved holiday poem of all time. We share his legal brief below, as a gift of appreciation to our many clients, friends and associates.

Dec 24, 2023 | elespectador.com | Clement Clarke Moore

“Una visita de San Nicolás”, escrito por Clement Clarke Moore en 1823. Era la noche antes de Navidad, nada en casa se oía,ninguna criatura molestaba, ni siquiera un ratón. las medias estaban colgadas en la chimenea con mucho cuidado,esperando a que San Nicolás pronto los visitara. Los niños dormían ya y soñaban en sus camas,mientras visiones de caramelos bailaban en sus cabezas,y mamá con su pañuelo, y yo con mi mejor gorra,preparábamos nuestras cabezas para una larga siesta invernal.

Dec 23, 2023 | postandcourier.com | Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot 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.