Clement Clarke Moore

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

Old Santeclaus - Poem by Clement Clarke Moore

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.

Comments about Old Santeclaus by Clement Clarke Moore

  • Susan Williams (12/25/2015 12:15:00 PM)

    I guess some complaints never change, do they? (Report) Reply

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  • Spock The Vegan (12/11/2015 11:25:00 AM)

    Spare the rod, spoil the child in poetry form! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 21, 2012

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