Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-12-21
ST. NICHOLAS.

"Ho! there at the wicket, who pounds at
Such adm i'll Olympus was necr heard before,
would sleep-get ye gone-l'm ailing, Pm
sick
What the deuce-there again-who is calling
Saint Nick"
tArouse ye! Arouse We! It's dawning again
The star that once bcamed over Bethlehem's
The star of the Magi, that shown on the morn
When earth's blessed Savior, the Christchild
was born"
"Ho! Ho Is it so? Then rll up and away
AS soon as the COLLINS can harness my
Sleigh
Then he roared such laugh as he sprang
out of bed,
1t startled the stars in the sky overhead
And they winked at each other as much as to
say,
There is something gone wrong and Old Nick
is to pay.
1t took but moment to Jump in his boots,
To wrap himself up in the best of fur suits,
To run to the closet and drag out his pack,
Which he swung with chuckle across his
broad back;
Then Off to the stable he dashed through the
snow,
Where the reindeer were prancing, all ready
W w
He was UP in jiffy, and cracking his whip,
With a Hi, there! my heartiest" he let the
reins slip,
Straight down through the welkin they sped
like the light
Without pause or turn to the left or the right;
The clouds dragged their skirts to get off of
the track,
The winds shrank alar1ned-all quite taken
aback;
Fen the moon drew in haste veil over her
face
So quick cracked the whip and so fast was
the pace;
And he pealed out laugh so jocund and gay
That Aurora woke up long before it was day;
Oh never such sleigh-ride was ridden before
As that of st. Nick with his rich Christmas
store!
Far down in the distance Earth rolled fast
asleep,
Dark night having wrapped it in silence so
That the children tucked close in their snug
little beds,
Whence nothing peeped out save their cheru-
bin heads,
Were dreaming of fairies and frolc and fun,
And other stern facts OF a life just begun.
1t was three by the clock, when out on the
roof
The tinkle of sleigh bells and taps of hoof
NduC tHClF ulLlC llcdEUS UOuuu ana IluSu IOunO
the Earth
A smile such as welcomed the Lamb at his
birth;
But they woke not. Oh, no! Old Nick is so
sly,
He fastens paddock on each prying eye.
With Whoa there, my pretties" he stops
with a jerk.
Lights his pipe, swings his pack, then away
to his work.
Over steeples and house-tops, in windows,
downs tues,
So fleet, you would think he had wings to his
shoes,
In pantres he peeps and through bedrooms
he Whirls,
Now kissing the babies, now pinching the
girls,
Filling up all their stockings with goodies
and toys,
Nor forgetting the switch, always left for bad
boys,
Then on through the play-rooms to plant
those great trees,
Which grew dollies and drums with such ex-
quisite case.
What a jolly fat fellow! so little and spry.
With round dlmplc cheeks and furnishing
Hair jew elcd with hailstone, and such red
nose,
1t lights up the pathway wherever he goes! :
Then his rch merry laugh-ah! never, 1 fear,
Will music so sweet again gladden. the year,
But time flies apace. Even now a faint raw
Struggles up through the East as the herald
of day;
The winds wake in protest and scatter the
snow;
Now, listen the signal! hear the cock crow.
Ho, no !" cried Old Nick, with his cheer
lest warning,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a
good morning!"
Edward C. Hancock, IN ". Y. Graphic