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Christmas coming

Yvonne Delaney Mitchell | 12/21/2011, 6:24 p.m.

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. (Obviously, he doesn't know that smoking is bad for your health.) He had a broad face and a little round belly that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. (It doesn't look like he goes to the gym, either.)

He was chubby and plump-a right jolly old elf-and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. (Someone you don't know standing in the middle of your living room in the middle of the night, and you're not a tad bit nervous?)

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work (now that's the type of employee I'm looking for) and filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose! (You don't think he realized he was in the wrong apartment, do you? And is it the chimney or the fire escape?)

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!"

From my family to you and yours, have a very merry Christmas.

Until next week...kissses.