SANTA CLAUS.
Oh, Santa Claus! No music beats When you arc passing down the streets. And who has heard, from far away, The bells that tinkle on your sleigh, Dear Santa Claus? Your hand has never knocked the door. Your foot upon the nursery floor Has never left a trace of snow. How do you come? How do you go, Old Santa Claus? On Christmas Eve for girls and boys You fill long stockings full of toys, With many a sweet and sugar plum But none have ever seen you coine, Dear' Santa Claus. Oh, through the wind snow and sleet, Up at the pane above the street I’d watch for you; but old folks say, When children wake, you stay away, Dear Santa Claus. So you must bow above my bed This Christmas Eve and touch my head With kisses; soft as shadow creep And I may see you in my sleep, Dear Santa Claus. —Florence Harrison. (Sent iu by Martha Widmer.)
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Hawera Star, Volume XLV, 19 December 1925, Page 18
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163SANTA CLAUS. Hawera Star, Volume XLV, 19 December 1925, Page 18
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