leigh he must have, though; No bigger, Im sure, than my sledAnd how it can carry such bundles I cannot get into my head. Nurse says Santa Claus is my father. ^- v: — 1 What nonsense ! Ive often { \ ■- * ^(^Z been told 4>>vSfST •.^Uv- How Santa Claus lives in a W palace, \jf.>£ ^fs Some… … £&A«l, OUT IN THE STORM. Shrill shriek the winter winds, And through the hemlocks sigh ;Swift, in a wild and merry dance, The snow-flakes whirl across the sky.The trees, with icy boughs, Stand crackling in the gale ;Low from his kennel, snug and warm, Echoes old Carlos mournful wail.…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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