Poem for Santa

He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his sack. 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 on his chin was as white as the snowThe stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.