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.
This is a story out of a book called STORY NEST: A collection of pictures and stories for younger children. It has the most beautfiul old pictures to illustrate the short stories. It was published in 1889 by Syndicate Trading Company. The picture is of my daughter showing her toy to Santa last year! :)) Hope you all have a wonderful holiday season! :))