When what on my wandering tracks should appear, But a mini-scale coach, and eight tiny traindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than diesels his engines they came! While they whistled, he shouted and called them by name: "Now, Zephyr! now, Memphis! now, Empire and Bullet! On, Comet! on, Chieftain! on, Daylight and Rocket! To the end of the line! Slip the brake and highball! Now chug away! chug away! chug away all!"
