If Santa got stuck up the chimney when chimneys had only just been invented

PROLOGUE
Lordynges, levedes, her me singe
Of Nicolas, who ȝiftes brynges:
A gome he ys, both gret and rounde.
Whilom, tis saide, ane wintres stounde
Fond he ane huse wyþ chimeneye
(Of gret renoun, hits lorde moste be).
Doun chimeneye he wente wyþ sacke
And weilawaye, culde nat get backe.

TALE
Whenne Nicolas watz closed yn chimeneye
Forsooth, he can crie:
“Childres litel schal get no vitaile
Yif þu wil nat helpe me.
Me berd ys blacke,
Yhaf sote yn me sacke,
Me nase tynglande also!”
Whenne Nicolas watz closed yn chimeneye,
“Acho, acho, acho!”.

Written 23rd December 2014

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