Little children can’t always say “Christingle” properly. Can you guess how it sounds to them? And can you guess what or who they think Christingle is?

Santa's sometimes called Kriss Kringle. His merry eyes--oh how they twinkle. His nose and cheeks are red as a rose, Which match all his bright red clothes. Wearing a white beard and boots of black, He's a jolly elf carrying his sack. When he laughs, he "ho, ho, hos," From the tip of his hat to the end of his nose.

If there's any one here who ever has seen The face of Kriss Kringle, I'll think he is mean If he is not willing at once to arise And tell the real colour and shape of his eyes! Somehow I much doubt if the gentleman looks Like the pictures we see in the shops and the books. I've a sort of a notion we'd all be surprised If we suddenly saw him, by day, undisguised!

Is he big, is he little, is he young, is he old? There are some things, I know, that can't always be told, But I'd much like to know why it is he must keep himself hidden securely till we are asleep? I've made up my mind that I'm going to watch, And see if I cannot by any means catch one glimpse of his face as he comes down the flue, And if I succeed I'll describe him to you! by Susie M. Best