“Down from the North come the reindeer a-flying,
Silver bells tinkle as onward they go,
Faster and faster their fleet hoofs are trying
To race with the North Wind that blows o’er the snow,
Tinkle, tink, tinkle, and crinkle, crink, crinkle,
Swift through the snowflakes they dash in a row.”
And pretty soon out came Little Jack Rabbit with his fur overcoat, and jumping into the sleigh sat down beside dear, kind Uncle John Hare.
“On, Dixon and Blixon! On, Bullet and Arrow!” cried the old gentleman rabbit, and away went the reindeer, while Lady Love waved her calico apron from the window and smiled to see how happy was her little bunny boy.
Well, after a while, or maybe a mile, Little Jack Rabbit said:
“Let’s go down to the photographer and have our picture taken.”