ClassX Video Lessons Grade Kindergarten READ ALOUD | The Night Before Christmas Retold by Rachel Isadora | CHILDREN’S BOOK
Hello, friends! I’m Rick Tobey, and today we’re going to have a fun storytime with a special book called “The Night Before Christmas,” retold by Rachel Isadora. Are you ready to hear a magical story about Christmas Eve?
It was the night before Christmas, and everything was quiet in the house. Even the little mice were asleep! Stockings were hanging by the fireplace, waiting for a special visitor named Saint Nicholas, or Santa Claus, to come and fill them with goodies.
The children were all cozy in their beds, dreaming sweet dreams of yummy sugarplums. Do you know what sugarplums are? They’re sweet treats that dance in your dreams!
While everyone was sleeping, something exciting happened outside. There was a big noise, and I jumped out of bed to see what it was. I ran to the window and looked out. The moon was shining brightly on the snow, making everything look like it was daytime.
Guess what I saw? A tiny sleigh and eight little reindeer flying in the sky! And who was driving the sleigh? It was Santa Claus, also known as Saint Nick! He was lively and quick, and I knew it was him right away.
Santa called out to his reindeer: “Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! Let’s go to the top of the house!” The reindeer flew up high, just like leaves flying in the wind.
Then, I heard a sound on the roof. It was the reindeer landing with Santa’s sleigh full of toys. Suddenly, Santa came down the chimney with a big jump! He was dressed in warm, furry clothes, and he had a big bag of toys on his back.
Santa had twinkling eyes and rosy cheeks, and his nose was as red as a cherry. He had a fluffy white beard and a big smile. He looked so jolly and happy!
Santa didn’t say a word. He got straight to work, filling all the stockings with toys and treats. Then, he gave a little nod, and up the chimney he went!
He jumped into his sleigh, whistled to his reindeer, and off they flew into the night sky. As he disappeared, I heard him shout, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Thank you for joining us for storytime! If you enjoyed this story and want to hear more, remember to come back and visit us again. Have a wonderful day, and see you next time!
Reindeer Craft: Let’s make our own reindeer! Gather some craft supplies like brown paper, scissors, glue, and markers. Cut out the shape of a reindeer and use markers to draw its face. You can use cotton balls for a fluffy tail and googly eyes to make it look lively. Once you’re done, share your reindeer with the class and tell us what you would name it!
Santa’s Journey Map: Imagine Santa’s journey around the world. Draw a map and mark the places you think Santa visits. Use stickers or draw little gifts to show where he leaves presents. Talk about how Santa might travel to different places and what he might see along the way.
Sweet Dreams of Sugarplums: Let’s think about what sugarplums might taste like. Have a small taste test with different sweet treats like raisins, dried apricots, or small candies. Close your eyes and imagine these treats dancing in your dreams. Which one do you think would be the best sugarplum?
Here’s a sanitized version of the provided YouTube transcript:
—
Hey, I’m Rick Tobey, and welcome to Storytime with Ryan Lagaan! Remember, if you like what you see, click subscribe, give us a like, or leave a comment.
I have a comment: Craig, my first dog’s name was Benny, and he was a Beagle. Today’s book is “The Night Before Christmas,” retold by Rachel Isadora.
‘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 Saint Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
What are you doing? Dancing sugarplum? It’s the sugarplum dance!
And Mama 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. 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 luster of midday 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 Saint Nick!
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! 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.
What are you doing? This is a dry leaves hurricane dance!
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a 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 head 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.
Came down—who? Saint Nicholas? Santa? Oh, he’s another name. Yes, it’s just the same name.
Why are there so many names? I have a cousin Nicholas, and I thought maybe he was him. Does he crawl out of chimneys? I don’t know.
Maybe his eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were all 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 bowl full 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 a 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, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Say Nick? My uncle? No, say Nicholas! Oh, my cousin? No, Santa! It was Santa!
Well, thanks for watching Storytime with Ryan Lagaan. If you loved that book and want to see more, please click subscribe! You can find us on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. We’ll see you next time!
—
This version removes any inappropriate or unclear content while maintaining the essence of the original transcript.
