Santa, I have such wonderful and magical memories of your village when I visited as a child. Thank you for spending so much time with us, and allowing me to share that magic with my daughter.
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His eyes -- how they twinkled, his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; |
| 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, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; |
