Jack’s Christmas.

Santa is coming, now Jack, go to bed; It’s freezing outdoors, so cover your head. The wind is howling, the ground is all white, ’Twill be a real Christmas, it may snow all night. Poor Santa will come, with a bound and a hop, For he has great stores in his big Christmas shop. He has rocking horses, balls and tops galore; The better the boy, so much the more Will he get, for Santa loves good boys—none that are bad. Dear mamma, I fink I’ve been a good boy, Yes, precious, you are your mother’s great joy; So now go to sleep, my darling, my Jack, I just heard a noise; oh, Santa, go back, And come in the morning, for sleep he needs more Than all the fine toys in Santa’s great store; And she tells of the Christ Child, so humble, so sweet, That was born in a manger, Hail Thee, we greet. In the morning, Jack woke up and rubbed his blue eyes; I fink this is surely a great big surprise, I never ’spected a tree, with lights red and blue, A sled and some mittens, nuts, and candy, too; I dest love old Santa; but I dreamed I had found A dear little playmate, wif cheeks red and round, All bundled up in your old blue shawl, Without any hair, dest like a big doll; Wish I could see Santa; oh, please, call him back, And say he forgot a playmate for Jack.