Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

(Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas (l. 32-34). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.)

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

(Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas (l. 19-24). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.)

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads;

(Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas (l. 1-6). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.)

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

(Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas (l. 43-45). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.)

giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
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."

(Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863), U.S. poet. A Visit from St. Nicholas. . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.)