As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. — Clement Clarke Moore
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. — Clement Clarke Moore
T’was the night before christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. — Clement Clarke Moore
He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. — Clement Clarke Moore