The dreams of presents danced around in their heads while mama in her warm winter hat and I in my new winter cap had calmed our tired brains for a long good nap.
There outside arose such a noise, I jumped from my bed to see what was all the racquet . Away from the window I darted away and flung up the shutters and threw up my pajamas to see what was a matter.
The moon appeared over the snow wondering what else I would see but a large sleigh with tiny 8 raindeer in a blink of the eye I knew it was St. Nick now Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and Vixen on Comet on Cupid on Doner and Blitzen he called them all by name. And on the top of the porch and to the top of the roof they flew.
On top of the house what do I see oh St. Nick with all the toys for all the little good girls and boys and down the chimney came olé St. Nick he flew down the chimney head down first poof went the fire it all went out now his suit was covered in ashes and soot!
Good ole St. Nick just gave me a nod not word from all he did was go straight to work filling the stocking to the brim loading the tree with presents under neath.