| He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of an eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; |
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 | He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, |
| And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; |
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 | 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, |
