Down the chimney StNicholas 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