The Night Before Christmas Soap
The Night Before Christmas Soap is a twinkly night time scene in a bar of soap.
Each bar is individually hand crafted so no two will be exactly the same. What is consistent tho is their quality and beauty.
A layer of glittery soap fades into an inky blue night sky studded with stars and a crescent moon.
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The Night Before Christmas Soap is just a bit special. I actually had the idea for this soap in a dream – yes I dream about soap!
Once I had drafted out the design, and then worked out how I was going to make it, I was just happy that it was achievable.
Each hand crafted bar has stars and a moon embedded in a silvery layer of bio glitter.
What does The Night Before Christmas Soap smell of?
It has a really refreshing blend of clementine and blood orange essential oils plus a hint of fizzy fragrance oil so it smells a bit like a bucks fizz – without the alcohol of course!
These soaps are really popular. Not only are they beautiful to look at but they also represent incredible value considering that each soap is individually hand crafted.
Each soap weighs approximately 120g and comes wrapped in natural, plastic free cellophane. It’s made from wood pulp and is fully compostable.
The full poem that the soap name is taken from is here:
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 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 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!
On Comet, on, Cupid, on Donner 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.
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 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.
His eyes-how they twinkle! his dimples how merry!
With cheeks just 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.
Whilst 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,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”