Startled I awoke and rushed from my bedroom door late on this December 24. It was a clatter upon my roof, what sounded like the prancing of eighteen tiny reindeer hoofs.
Yet much to my dismay what I saw was a bright and shiny magical sleigh. On this Christmas Eve a jolly old elf arose and jumped from this sled, head-on into weather any normal man would dread. Icy, cold and windy, that plump, white-bearded man bound from city to city, and here he was climbing on my chimney.