The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863)
A BLESSED CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY FELLOW SANTA'S
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863)
A BLESSED CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY FELLOW SANTA'S