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I saw a little old man travelling down the street
A pair of black boots were on his feet
He had a long white beard and soft white hair
He seemed to be walking on air.

His cheeks were chubby, rosy and red
He wore a bright cap upon his head
Little gold glasses were perched on his nose
Who could he be? Do you suppose?

This stout, little man turned to walk away
I couldn't make out what he was trying to say
There was no mistaking what trailed from his pocket
I began to feel like a New Year's rocket.

A list of names, each marked with a tick
I could see this man did not miss a trick
I knew from experience - as everyone should
That he would always know the bad from the good.

And as this little man strolled away
A special kind of wonder encircled the day
I had to catch my breath as my heart beat quick
I knew I had seen Jolly Old St. Nick.


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The following comments are for "Jolly Old St. Nick"
by angelwings

Sandra's Santa
I thought this was a cute lighthearted poem about St Nick...It made me smile...Kacee

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: December 2, 2004 )

"Jolly Old St Nick"
Enjoyed this - you captured my vision of the true St Nick.. b/len

( Posted by: crowhaven [Member] On: January 10, 2005 )





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