(They place chaplet upon the head of 1897.)
| Here's thanks, my little
people, For this your posy sweet; Your loving thought has surely Made my happiness complete. |
(Enter Kriss Kringle, Santa Claus, Prince Rupert, and Babousca.)
| Why here is old Kriss
Kringle; And Santa's coming, too; Knight Rupert and Babousca, I welcome both of you. And from the frozen Northland, I see a-riding down The cheery old St. Nicholas, Clad in his friar's gown. |
(Enter St. Nicholas.)
(Enter children, singing. They march around the stage, and finally stop in front of 1897 and the others.)
| See how the children, so happy
and gay, Come marching together this glad Christmas day. |
| With hands on our heads, while
the bells sweetly chime, All blithely we're keeping the glad Christmas time. Marching and singing, so gayly we go, Turning and winding in lines to and fro. Clap all together, and sing, sing away, So merrily keeping this glad Christmas day. |
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