He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight‍—‌
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Verse for this version of “A Visit from St. Nicholas” found on Wikipedia.

Below is the original photo used to create this image. My strongest Christmas memories center around the box of presents and treats my grandparents would send from Arizona. My Gramma loved to shop flea markets and there would always be a cute, handmade ornament. My Gramma is still going strong but she can’t do all the baking and shopping anymore. I’ve held on to these treasures, and I gathered them all together to take a simple snap from my smartphone. I added a touch of brightness in Photoshop.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. 

Verse for this version of “A Visit from St. Nicholas” found on Wikipedia.

Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s a pic of my Christmas tree from 2015. No special lighting or effects, just a snap from my Kodak Share digital camera.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laugh’d 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.

Verse for this version of “A Visit from St. Nicholas” found on Wikipedia.

Below is the original photo used to create this image. My strongest Christmas memories center around the box of presents and treats my grandparents would send from Arizona. My Gramma loved to shop flea markets and there would always be a cute, handmade ornament. My Gramma is still going strong but she can’t do all the baking and shopping anymore. I’ve held on to these treasures, and I gathered them all together to take a simple snap from my smartphone. I added a touch of brightness in Photoshop.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly,
That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly: 

Verse for this version of “A Visit from St. Nicholas” found on Wikipedia.

Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s a gathering of green ornaments from my holiday stash. No special lighting or effects, just a snap from my smartphone.

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;

Verse for this version of “A Visit from St. Nicholas” found on Wikipedia.

Below is the original photo used to create this image. My strongest Christmas memories center around the box of presents and treats my grandparents would send from Arizona. My Gramma loved to shop flea markets and there would always be a cute, handmade ornament. My Gramma is still going strong but she can’t do all the baking and shopping anymore. I’ve held on to these treasures, and I gathered them all together to take a simple snap from my smartphone. I added a touch of brightness in Photoshop.