Is there any story more popular at this time of year? If so, I don’t know of it. I think this story is probably most special for me because of my grandma. I remember sitting on her lap as she rocked me in her rocking chair and as she rocked, she would recite this poem by Clement Clarke Moore. I wonder if Mr. Moore ever imagined that a woman in her late 30’s would sit at a desk 186 years later and cry as she wrote about one of the greatest stories of all time. My grandmother passed away 9 1/2 years ago, yet this poem still touches my heart in inexplicable ways. It will be one of my fondest memories until the end of my days.