| 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;
|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;
|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,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!