Lovely illustrations, but reading this every night for two weeks has made me realise how clunky many of the old poem's lines are, like: "As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly / When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; / So up to the house-top the coursers they flew / With the sleigh full of Toys - and St. Nicholas too:" 
 And then that colon doesn't lead on to anything! It drives my inner editor nuts every bedtime.