Down the chimney St.Nicholas came with a bound.He was dressed all in furs 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 pedlar just opening his pack.His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,And the beard on 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 bellyThat shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf -And laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
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