Dear St. Nicholas: The flowers are all in bloom; it looks so pretty.
It happened in the 'seventies in winter, on the day after St. Nicholas's Day.
“I have been on the earth,” says St. Nicholas, whose clothes were all covered with mud.
"By St. Nicholas, I have had a horrible dream," he muttered.
If ye hae, mak a vow instantly to St. Nicholas, or we're lost.'
It was the eve of St. Nicholas, the fifth of December, 1820.
By St. Nicholas, my beauty, if your face matches your figure, you must be a choice morsel!
Now here, by our St. Nicholas road, was a grave, and it had a tragic story.
St. Nicholas talked to us and, best of all, he gave us some presents.
In all these ways the story of St. Nicholas was kept in memory.