Sunday, August 27, 2017

Saint Nick

Saint Nick.
By M. N. B.
(For the youngest pupil to recite.)

When cold the winds blow,
And comes the white snow,
Then look out for good Saint Nick.
He comes in a sleigh
From miles, miles away,
And vanishes very quick.

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