Santa’s Smile
It starts when a mischievous elf becomes full of the Christmas spirit. He first sneaks into Santa’s eyes and will silently hide there until he catches your glance then he
looks out with a merry twinkle, for now it is time for the fun to begin.
He creeps out on his hands and knees and slides down Santa’s wrinkles, steals over into the dimples of the cheeks and rides around in those whirlpools for a while until he is full of joy, then pretends hide and seek in the beard. He colors Santa’s cheeks, with the redness of the forever foliate rose, and lights up his face like a pretty moth around the blaze of a candle. He then tickles the lips until Santa smiles.
His work now done, he swims up on the air, and with a peal as clear and as happy as a dinner-bell tosses that smile and with a soft splash thatt sinks into eyes of the beholder. The smile lasts but an instant but will dwell forever inside the hearts of those to whom it was given.
Like an angel out for a dance, he goes back on golden tiptoes and lies down on his little bed of violets from whence he came from.
Merry Christmas
It starts when a mischievous elf becomes full of the Christmas spirit. He first sneaks into Santa’s eyes and will silently hide there until he catches your glance then he
looks out with a merry twinkle, for now it is time for the fun to begin.
He creeps out on his hands and knees and slides down Santa’s wrinkles, steals over into the dimples of the cheeks and rides around in those whirlpools for a while until he is full of joy, then pretends hide and seek in the beard. He colors Santa’s cheeks, with the redness of the forever foliate rose, and lights up his face like a pretty moth around the blaze of a candle. He then tickles the lips until Santa smiles.
His work now done, he swims up on the air, and with a peal as clear and as happy as a dinner-bell tosses that smile and with a soft splash thatt sinks into eyes of the beholder. The smile lasts but an instant but will dwell forever inside the hearts of those to whom it was given.
Like an angel out for a dance, he goes back on golden tiptoes and lies down on his little bed of violets from whence he came from.
Merry Christmas
