1st variation, 1950
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On, Donder and Blitzen! To the head of the porch, to the head of the wall! Now, sprint away, sprint away, sprint away all! ” As dry leaves that prior to the wild storm fly, once they meet with a drawback, mount to the sky, So as much as the house-top the coursers they flew With a sleigh choked with toys, and St. Nicholas, too. after which in a twinkle, I heard at the roof The prancing and pawing of every little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was once turning round, Down the chimney St. Nicholas got here with a certain. He was once dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his outfits have been all tarnished with ashes and soot; A package of toys he had flung on his again, And he appeared like a peddler simply commencing his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks have been like roses, his nostril like a cherry. His droll little mouth was once drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin used to be as white because the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his the teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a huge face and a bit around stomach That shook, whilst he laughed, like a bowl packed with jelly. He used to be obese and plump, a correct jolly previous elf. and that i laughed while I observed him, inspite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head quickly gave me to grasp I had not anything to dread; He spoke now not a notice, yet went instantly to his paintings, And crammed the entire stockings; then became with a jerk, And laying his finger apart of his nostril, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his staff gave a whistle, And away all of them flew just like the down on a thistle. yet I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all and to all a superb evening!