The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.

It hopes that's the Nicholas soon would be there.

The Children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads and mama in her kerchief.

And I in my cap had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter away to the window.

I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.