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 tarnishedWith ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,And he looked like a pedlerJust opening his pack.His eyes—how they twinkled!His dimples, how merry!His cheeks were like roses, His nose like a cherry! (p. 6)