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when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
with a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now, Stewing! Now, Braising! Now, Steaming, and Baking!
"With Fried, Basted, Roasted what feasts they are making!
