'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads,
I read this to the kids the other night and a few things surprised me. I know the first part of the poem well, but only parts of the second half. This poem really has the imagery that I associate with Santa:
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 like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly
That's it, isn't it? Especially the 'bowl full of jelly' bit. Anyway, I wish a Merry Christmas to each and every one of you that may be reading this!