'Twas Wright before Crissmas and all through the Houser, not a creature was stirring, not even a Cow. The stockings Werhaneing by the chimney with Klehr, in hopes that Schmidt Nagelous soon would be there. The children were Nestered all snug in their beds, while visions of Ferriswheels spun in their Little heads. Ma in her Hanke and I in my cap, had just settled down for a Long winter's West.

When all of a sudden there aRoss such a Kribble, I Staggers from my bed to see what was the matter. Hway to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the Sass.

The M(cG)oon on the crest of the new‑fallen Snow gave the Lutzer of midday to objects below. When what to my Wandreying eyes should appear but a Small Whit­(ing) sleigh and eight tiny reinDeering. With a little old driver so lively and Tricky, I knew in a moment it must be Schmidt Nagelous. More  rapid than Sparrows his Elkins they came, and whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: Now Dorsey! now Dempsey! now Demko and Nixon, on Cober! on Tansley! on Dolan! on Ditton! To the top of the porch, to the top of the Wallace! Lashway, Lashway, Lashway all!

So up to the housetop the sleigh they Drews, with a bunch of Toays, and "you‑know‑who" too. And then in a twinkle I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was Churneying around, down the chimney he came with a bound. He Stammered not a word but went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings then Turnered with a jerk. He went to his sleigh, to his Elk(in)s gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

I Hurst him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to all and to Ala Good(wick) night!

Sincerely, Morfit