Through the thick blankets of snow
There lies a passage no one knows
Its hidden and warm, without any light
To some concerned may seem alright
But little saint nicolas, grumpy and stern
Grows quite a fright, of which to concern.
Small children who dare cause such a racket
Every small misdeed, you know, he will track it.
For small he may be, the wrath is mighty
So listen to mommy, and keep t...