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When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer And the driver, a little old woman, yet lively and quick I thought to myself: Can this be St. Nick?

With the skill of a man she moved round the sleigh Adjusting the harness and singing away

Now Dasha, stay Dancer, hold Prancer and Vickie Move Cometa, Cupida, Dondra and Blitzie

Rudolph's at home awaiting you girls

So let's be our best; keep your tails in curls. Then in a flash she was back in her seat

And a flick of her whip brought them all to their feet.

As dry leaves fly before the wind and storm

The reindeer and sleigh rose up past my dorm

And on to the roof her coursers they flew

With a sleigh full of fashions and Ms. Nicholas too.

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 Ms. Nicholas came with a bound.

And the huge leather pack slung over her shoulder Came crashing behind like a runaway boulder

My visage must have expressed some alarm But a wink of her eye and a wave of her arm

Soon gave me to know there was nothing to dread She was charm from her boots to the cap 'top her head Dressed in a tunic that skimmed round her knees

Fur trimmed red velvet, as pert as you please!

And the hair on her head was as white as the snow Tied up in a bun with a red velvet bow

Her cheeks were like roses, her mouth like a cherry

Her eyes how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!

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