When Santa Claus Comes
A GOOD time is coming: I wish it were here!-
The very best time in the whole of the year:
I’m counting each day, on my fingers and thumbs,
The weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.
Good-by for a while, then, to lessons and school;
We can laugh, talk, and sing, without “breaking the rule;”
No troublesome spelling, nor writing, nor sums:
There’s nothing but play-time when Santa Claus comes.
I suppose I shall have a new dolly, of course,-
My last one was killed by a fall from her horse;
And for Harry and Jack there’ll be trumpets and drums,
To deafen us all with, when Santa Claus comes.
I’ll hang up my stocking to hold what he brings;
I hope he will fill it with lots of nice things:
He must know how dearly I love sugar-plums;
I’d like a big box full when Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snow-flakes begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp, and the branches are brown,
I’ll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs;
For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.