SANTA'S LETTER FROM DOT

Dear Santa Claus, I hope that you Will find it easy to get through Our chimney, 'cause if you should stick Up there where all the smoke is thick, What would we do, and what would you, For goodness sakes, what would you do? So if you find it is not wise Enough for you to safely slide Down to our room without mistake, The attic window you must take. It's quite close to the chimney, too, And big enough, I know, for you. I'll creep up there the day before And leave unlocked the attic door; And if I can I'll open, too, The window so you can get through Without the leastest bit of fuss With all the presents you've for us. I don't see how you'll tell apart Our stockings, so you'd better start With mine; it's close up to the clock; The next is father's silken sock; The others all are just like mine, 'Cept Jimmy's—his is tied with twine. I want a doll with violet eyes Who, when you squeeze her, "Mamma!" cries; And little baby carriage, too, With pillows and a cover blue; Some candy and a china set Of teacups for my dolly pet. Jim wants a ball, a mask and bat, A soldier suit, a gun and hat, Some candy and a picture book For rainy days at which to look. Mother says she'll write to you, And father says that he will, too. Now, please remember what I've said About the attic overhead; The window which I'll leave for you Wide open so you can get through; And whose each stocking is, and where, When you come creeping down the stair, Good-by, dear Santa Claus, I've wrote All I can think of in this note.