Wonders of Santa Clause

Wonders of Santa Clause

Wonders of Santa Clause:

From Harper's Weekly December, 1857

Beyond the ocean many a mile,
And many a year ago,
There lived a queer old man In wonderful of house of snow;
And every little boy and girl,
As Christmas Eves arrive,
No doubt will be very glad to hear,
The old man is still alive.

In his house upon the top of a hill,
And almost out of sight,
He keeps a great many elves at work,
All working with all their might,
To make a million of pretty things,
Cakes, sugar-plums, and toys,
To fill the stockings, hung up you know
By the little girls and boys.

It would be a capital treat be sure,
A glimpse of his wondrous shop;
But the queer old man when a stranger comes,
Orders every elf to stop;
And the house and work, and workmen all
Instantly take a twist,
And just you, may think you are there,
They are off in a frosty mist.

But upon a time a cunning boy,
Saw this sign upon the gate,
Nobody can ever enter here
Who lies a-bed too late:
Let all who expect a good stocking full,
Not spend too much time in play;
Keep book and work all the while in mind,
And be up by the peep of day.

A holiday morning would scarce suffice
To tell what was making there;
Wagons and dolls, whistles and birds,
And elephants most rare:
Wild monkeys drest like little men,
And dogs that could almost bark,
Watches, that, if they only had wheels,
Might beat the old clock in the Park.

Whole armies of little soldier folk,
All marching in grand review,
And turning up their eyes at the girls,
As the city soldiers do
Engines, fast hurrying to a fire,
And many a little fool
A-trudging after them through the streets,
Instead of going to school.

Tin fiddles, and trumpets made of wood,
That will play as good a tune
As a Scotch bag-piper could perform
From Chistmas