And he looked like a pedler 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 I la