A Visit From Saint Nicholas

Down the chimney St.Nicholas came with a bound. 
He was dressed all in furs from his head to his foot, 
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; 
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, 
And he looked like a pedlar 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 like a bow, 
And the beard on 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 laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. 
He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf - 
And laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.