One day last week this strange guy I know showed up at my house. He had a vague familiarity about him. Something about the twinkle in his eyes. The round belly. The white hair. The red shirt.
The mode of transportation was familiar to me. I knew that red truck. I would know that truck anywhere. It was, however, something I didn't expect to see this familiar guy driving. I was looking for something not driven by horse power, but rather, reindeer power possibly.
This guy seemed to know me. Know everything about me. He knew that I had a naughty streak in me, but that I was usually nice. He knew I had been very very good. I had been working hard. I had been doing my chores, being nice to everyone, just the usual stuff.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
I slowly started to recognize this guy. Because he seemed like someone I had met before I let him open the door to the shop. He seemed surprised. My youngest daughter has been working out there with some of her belongings and she has filled some of the floor and wall space with her belongings, but there is still space in the shop available for important things like tools, saws, wood, tool chests, and things that a man would want in his shop. Especially men white white beards and twinkling eyes.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
The smile on this guys face.............................
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He was finally home.......................................
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work..........