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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 24, 2020 14:57:07 GMT -5
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 25, 2020 7:45:00 GMT -5
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 25, 2020 12:13:21 GMT -5
He was dressed in all fur, from his head to his foot,
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 26, 2020 9:10:17 GMT -5
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 26, 2020 15:23:24 GMT -5
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 26, 2020 15:44:17 GMT -5
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 26, 2020 16:44:49 GMT -5
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 26, 2020 17:52:08 GMT -5
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 26, 2020 17:56:29 GMT -5
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 26, 2020 19:05:51 GMT -5
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 26, 2020 21:24:47 GMT -5
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 27, 2020 8:47:32 GMT -5
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 27, 2020 14:59:17 GMT -5
He had a broad face and a little round belly
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Dec 27, 2020 16:27:00 GMT -5
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Dec 27, 2020 17:55:54 GMT -5
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
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