‘Twas the Night Before Christmas Read By Liz

I’ve just found out about this: Elizabeth will read “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” by Clement C. Moore on December 18 for BPA’s Bainbridge Pod Accomplice (a free podcast).

This is actually so exciting because the podcast is available for everyone, so we can all listen to it and it will give us a little joy while we are all waiting for her new character in Outer Banks.

Something new to add to our traditions during the Christmas holidays. How lucky are we?! Four Christmas’ movies and now a reading. She’s totally the Christmas’s Queen!

Here’s the article about it:

Welcome back to your new friend in quarantine! BPA’s Bainbridge Pod Accomplice is a free podcast featuring weekly episodes starring your favorite local performers and directors. New episodes premiere every Friday, and listeners may tune in for current or previous episodes on their favorite podcast app or at BainbridgePerformingArts.org.

In a special holiday episode premiering December 18, we’ll nestle in for Fireside with Mrs. Claus: ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas as read by ELIZABETH MITCHELL. Among many of the roles she is famous for, Elizabeth’s charming turn as Mrs. Claus in The Santa Clause films has earned her a place in the holiday traditions of so many families. She brings the island a special message of warmth and hope this year with Clement C. Moore’s classic tale.

Stream all episodes of the Bainbridge Pod Accomplice in your favorite podcast app or listen online at BainbridgePerformingArts.org.

The Bainbridge Pod Accomplice is presented free of charge, though we welcome support at any level to ensure that the performing arts are part of the community’s pandemic recovery plan. Episodes are rehearsed remotely and recorded in compliance with the state’s Covid-19 guidelines to ensure the safe engagement of performers.


I found the full text of the poem which I am posting below:

‘Twas the Night BeforeChristmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through
the house,
Not 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 down 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.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
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,