(Clement C. Moore)


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 belly

That 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