Clement Clarke Moore

(15 July 1779 – 10 July 1863 / New York City, New York)

Old Santeclaus


But where I found the children naughty,
In manners rude, in temper haughty,
Thankless to parents, liars, swearers,
Boxers, or cheats, or base tale-bearers,

I left a long, black, birchen rod,
Such as the dread command of God
Directs a Parent's hand to use
When virtue's path his sons refuse.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
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