Donnerstag, 10. Dezember 2009

... down the chimney St Nick came with a bound ...

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with
a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, 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 peddler just
opening his pack.

1 Kommentar:

  1. Liebe Jutta,

    Deine Schaffenskraft ist bewundernswert! Der Weihnachtsquilt wird ganz wunderbar.

    Liebe Grüße,


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