[In the bed at center the Maiden lies asleep in her little frilled night cap and gown. Her stocking is hung on the bedpost. At the left on a small table a tiny candle burns.

At the right is a large arm-chair with a picture-book and doll lying upon it.

Enter the Christmas Fairy at right. She wears a loose, white frock with crêpe paper wings and a wreath of holly, and carries a little silver, star-tipped wand.]

Fairy. Oh, I am Santa Claus’ Fairy! I’m the Dreams-of-Christmas Fairy! Where a little child lies sleeping [Tiptoes to bedside.] I come softly, softly creeping And I weave my magic, so! [Waves wand gently above little Maiden.] Dream-dust, dream-dust on her eyes Make this maiden sweet to rise,— Through the gates of Dreamland go! With my fairy spell to wake you [Maiden rises dreamily and is led slowly toward the exit at left by the Fairy.] To the Dream-toy Shop I’ll take you, Where the Dream-toys dance and play On the eve of Christmas day! [Curtain]