The Night Before Christmas - Part 2

He was dressed all in fur as to his foot, and his lower all car is, with eyes in hands with suits of unknowns. He had done his back, and he looked like a peddler, a company to his act.

If I'm how they quinched his dimple, how merely her leg rose? It's no like a cally, a mow, what's gonna blake a bow, And the beard of his chin was a twine, as a snow.

the top of a height, he held height, it then circled in his head like a wreath, he had around the face and a little round belly. That's you, when he laughed like a old old rock dillie, he was snobby and plump, he write the alley, all the elf and I laughed, well When I saw him, in spite of myself, a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head soon gave

me to know I had nothing to do with the red. He spoke nothing words went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk and laying his fingers aside of his nose and giving a nod of the chimney he rose.

He sprang with play to his team gave it with some and the way they all flew like the Down the He heard him Explain There he drove out of sight Happy Christmas To all And to all

He goes night