... 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.