Picture Gazes

Hung in the kitchen only once a year,
A picture gazes out of its frame.
Soft gaze as of a human silently
Watching what’s passing by.
Face of an old grandpa is what it appears.
But there’s more to the picture that is hanging there.
A twinkle to the eyes,
But yet a stern gaze.
His cheeks are rosy.
His white whiskers curly,
A beard white like snow.
A pair of speckles upon the bridge of his nose,
His fur hat rests upon his head.
Shoulders show his red coat,
Who would sternly gaze silently out that frame?
Why, St. Nicholas is watching us as we pass by.

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