kylemarielle

In the evening was a cold chilly night, The old cruel man stood still on the ground, Feared by children at far distance. There he stomped his feet with anger, Battling between smiles and frowns; He glared angrily to these poor little children. By mere moment, snow was falling to the old dark ground, And the children came by to carol him a sound; He stepped out and shouted to these, "Go away, you silly fools!", yet the children grinned. So angry this old poor man, Who has given up hope for a single chance, He went inside and took a sleep for the trance. Then the bell chimes ringing, Ring-a-ding!  Ring-a-ding! He stood up and out