He was chubby and plump—a right jolly old elf;
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Copyright by Underwood & Underwood, New York
A CHRISTMAS TREE AT THE IMMIGRANT STATION, NEW YORK
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,