a bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. twinkled, his dimples how merry. his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry. his droll little mouth was driewn up like a bow and the peered of his chin was as white as the snow. the stumpave 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 laughed like a bowl if you feel 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 he gave me to know i had nothing to dread. he spoke not a word but went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk and laying his finger aside his nose, and giving a nod up the chimney he rose. he sprang 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 as he drove out of sight, "happy christmas to all, and to all a good night." >> rose: funding for "charlie rose"