nicholas_visit_report epitome of incomprehensibility Google Translate of The Night Before Christmas poem, which is actually called "Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas" by Major Henry Livingston Jr. I did not know that. Original: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44621/account-of-a-visit-from-st-nicholas (Languages: Ukrainian, Urdu, Uzbek, Vietnamese, Welsh, English) Warning: THE MIXTURE IS NOT A MOUSE ... Nicholas visit report "When Christmas every night, when every child is" The mixture is not a mouse; The bags are carefully canned, I hope Nik Nikol will come soon. The children lay in their beds, Although Chinese flooding is approaching, And in her 'Rainy Rain' and I'm on my couch Our brain has long lives - There is a basket on the grass, I lie to see what was happening. I like the candle on the window, Thorpe opened the wall and dropped the garden. The moon drops new The sun shines in the middle of the day; When should I have strange eyes, But with small arms and eight small craftsmanship, With a small driver, very lively and straightforward, At one point I knew it should be St Grigori. Instead of owls, they came to the practitioners, They scream and call them by name. "Now, Assy, Now, Dancer, Far and Waxson "That's why! "On top of the wall! - Shoot, hurry, click on it! As a bird before a fire, In front of obstacles, they reach heaven. So they came to the top of the hill With flour, toys filled with St Nicholas: Then, horrible, I heard on the terrace Each small terrace is quick and kind. I raised my head and walked around He came up with an anchor under St Nicholas: They come from Paris, Monday to Monday, My clothes are worse than the sun and my smoke. A group of toys were removed, It appears that the trader only opens a trader: Her eyes - how to spread it! Her beer is very happy Her eyes look like flowers, her nose is like cherry. His mouth is small like a bow. Its gears are as white as snow. The stomach of the nose sticks the teeth And they wash their heads like hair. It has a large surface and has a small rounded brain He was like a bowl full of prisoners, and he was surprised: She is a hairdresser, comfortable and comfortable, I laugh when I saw her. Turn his head and change his mind Soon to tell me you are not afraid. He did not say a word, but went into his work And pour socks. Then he returned He put his finger on his nose And noodles, they took the tube. It came up, They all are seafood. I heard it when I wanted to see it. Interesting to all, all night. 181117 ... e_o_i (I'm stuck marking papers for various reasons, but! In honour of Christmas Eve, I present the unwitting artistry of Google Translate.) 221224 what's it to you? who go blather from