By JENNIE D. MOORE.
(Recitation for a little boy.)
| Dear Santa Claus, I'll let you
know The few things that I need, And if you'll bring them to me I'll be much obliged indeed. I want a horse and wagon, And a boat that's painted red, An elephant, a jumping-jack— You need not bring a sled, For I have one very pretty; But I want a trotting-horse, A man who wheels a wheel-barrow, And candy, too, of course. Now, Santa dear, you'll not forget. I wish you'd write them down, And leave them all at my house When you journey through the town. |
By JENNIE D. MOORE.
(Recitation for a little girl.)
| On Christmas eve I'd like to
lie Awake, when stars are in the sky, And listen to the sound that swells From Santa Claus's jingling bells. I'd like to hear upon the roof The patter of each tiny hoof Of Santa's reindeer overhead, When I am snug and warm in bed. But mamma says I must not lie Awake, or he will pass me by; He does not like the girls or boys To watch him when he brings the toys. I think I'd better go to sleep. I guess the presents all will keep, Then in the morning I shall be Glad to think I did not see. |