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| Dear Old Santa loves all good children… |
What Santa Claus Thinks…
HI! another one! What’s all the world about?
Don’t these people know that I’m most worn out?
Millions of ’em coming year by year;
Every youngster wretched if I don’t appear.
First, they want a rattle, then a ring to bite:
Then a box of sugarplums, then a doll, or kite;
Next a story-book to read, then a bat and ball, –
Santa’s back is broad and strong, be must bring them all.
Gratitude they talk about, – not a bit for me.
First you know they get so wise, cry out, ”Fiddle de-de!
No such chap as Santa Claus!” Can’t deceive them so;
Never find a six-inch stocking hanging in the row.
Here’s this jolly little chap, scarcely here a week;
Don’t I know he rules the house, though he looks so meek;
Both his eyelids shut up tight, mouth wide open, too.
S’pose he got a look at me, wonder what he’d do?
Sleep away, my little man; trouble comes with years;
You are bound to get your share, in this vale of tears.
Rattle, is it? Well, all right! Yes, I’ve got my pen;
Finish out your little nap and I’ll be round again.