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. His clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bag full of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler 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 in a bow,

and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a little old pipe he held in his teeth, and the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

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