a visit to santa claus.
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So I could not help but sigh;
Though you'll think it very shocking,
But I really wished that I
Were a child again to hang up my stocking.
Just then there came a little band
Of scouts, who said, "The coast is clear,"
So Santa Claus shook my hand,
Then hailed his little charioteer.
"A merry Christmas!" I heard him shout,
And then he vanished in the air;
I woke, and found the fire gone out,
And myself at home in the rocking chair.
Though you'll think it very shocking,
But I really wished that I
Were a child again to hang up my stocking.
Just then there came a little band
Of scouts, who said, "The coast is clear,"
So Santa Claus shook my hand,
Then hailed his little charioteer.
"A merry Christmas!" I heard him shout,
And then he vanished in the air;
I woke, and found the fire gone out,
And myself at home in the rocking chair.
