Riding his pure white stallion,
Black Peter by his side,
Saint Nicholas goes from house to house,
to see what he can find.
Wooden plates, the children have,
before the fireplace laid,
nearby some hay to feed the steed,
before the Saint's next visit's made.
In notes, neat-laid upon each plate,
he reads the children's promises for the coming year,
then loads the plates with gifts for them
before he, the elf and the stallion, finally disappear.
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