To wait for St. Nick; his blessings, treats & all.

For long, long ago the good bishop endeavored

To aid every soul, his zeal was unwavered.

He thought nought of himself; he gave God his all.

Charity and compassion for the big and the small.

Coins and goods silently appeared at homes’ doors;

From the pockets of Nick they had been generously poured.

He prayed and he labored; his work ne’er done

Until finally a heavenly crown he had won.

But such a saint will e’er continue to give

Guidance for those who here below live!

So now on the eve of the feast of St Nick

Our boots by the door we excitedly stick.

Glowing grins upon treats greet the dawning day,

A day to imitate and honor the holy man’s way.

Follow him; trod on the path narrow and true!

… And if this morn your toe hits a stop in your shoe

Alarm not, for good chance there is no cruel trick.

Tis very well just a surprise from St Nick!