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Show by idaria Hayes the eve proceeding tho day of Christina s when throughout our abode of living. Hot a live individual r3 producing a commotion, not even a 'rodent with painstaking leg haberdashery wa3 placed by the smoke-stamotions, In expectation of the "childrens idol soon visiting us. younger generation were nestlod all smug in their sleeping quarters, While dreams of sweet crystalline-covere- d fruit cut capers through Lt was Tho ck The their craniums. and I And the better half of the head of the family in her hair-ne- t, nightly head apparel. Had just reclined for our prolonged winter's sleep, Then out on the grass entrance such a- confusion issued forth, I arose from my sleeping quarters to investigate the affair,, Away to the peeping hole X fieri- like a brilliant streak of light. d. and raised the sash Ripped open the portal-cove- rs frozen HgO, The heavenly light on the crest of the Gave a glow of noon upon things underneath, When what to my curious gaze should come in view But a small vehicle with runners and two times four reindeer, With a driver well along in years but lively and fast, I came to the conclusion that it' must be Santa Claus, in my - - sky-war- just-acquir- ed to the top of the aode the coursers they flew. And then quickly my organs of hearing heard on the So, up house-to- p Dasher?, Now, Dancer9 and all th8 rest of you stubborn creatures o As 1 drew in my cranium and was turning my body, Down the outlet for smoke came Saint Nicholas with a loud commotion His frame was covered with animal hide from top to bottom. And his clothes, were tarnished with cinders and flaked smoke A bag of toys he had flung on the rear part of his frame, His organs of sight how they twinkled I His indentations .of flesh how merry His nose ms like a small, round, red fruity His droll, small organ of speech was dravm up like an arch. And the fuzz on his jaw ms as white as the frozen HgO. The stump of an object of smoking he held tight in his chewing apparatus, And the foggy blue substance encircled his cranium like a wreath,. He had a encircled stomach . That shook, when he let forth sounds of mirth, like a container of hardened "Nov . little fruit juice. a and plump He was right happy type of male sprite And 1 laughed when I saw him in spite of yours truly,, fat 7 He spoke not a quotation, but went straight to his task, every log haberdashery; then turned with a jeric, And giving a nod, he rose up the smokestack He sprang to his transporter, to his teen gavo a whistle. And away they took flight like tho dovn of a prickly weed. But I heard him cry out, as he directed his team out of one's vision,- "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a pleasant latter part of tbday And-occupie- d s , (with apologies to the author) |