StNicholas [serial] . For worse than stockings full of holesIt is to fill a pair of he accomplished it some way,And then, as it was almost day,He slung his packAcross his backAnd drove off in his sleigh. And oh, when Christmas morning broke, And Pompey from his dreams awoke, Just try to picture his delight! But no / why—wait! this is nt right! How could I make Such a mistake?The story is all wrong! Oh, dear!I 11 have to stop the tale right cant imagine Pompeys joy,Because when Pompey was a boy HE HUNG HIS SANDALS UP INSTEAD. And when with gifts and toys arrayed,Quite a fair
StNicholas [serial] . For worse than stockings full of holesIt is to fill a pair of he accomplished it some way,And then, as it was almost day,He slung his packAcross his backAnd drove off in his sleigh. And oh, when Christmas morning broke, And Pompey from his dreams awoke, Just try to picture his delight! But no / why—wait! this is nt right! How could I make Such a mistake?The story is all wrong! Oh, dear!I 11 have to stop the tale right cant imagine Pompeys joy,Because when Pompey was a boy HE HUNG HIS SANDALS UP INSTEAD. And when with gifts and toys arrayed,Quite a fair Christmas tree it made,Although t was very high. Indeed,A tall step-ladder one would needTo reach the toys and things,Even when hung by strings. As you have often heard before,No stockings Roman people wore;And so, ere Pompey went to bed,He hung his sandals up instead. And Santa Claus Was at a loss;. Of Christmas presents he had none;For Christmases had not begunWhen Pompey was a boy!
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