So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He looked at me square, as I did not budge- Instead I stood tall, yelling “Who Are You to Judge?” He sputtered and stammered and began to flee- Still I called after him- “YOU DON’T KNOW ME!”